“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] (Long pause.) Your massage today, for example (after Hal Williams), was an excellent translation of love and comfort, felt directly at one level of your own being, to the level within Ruburt where it was most needed. [...]

[...] The love-making in particular must be encouraged, and it arouses your own spontaneity as well as his. [...]

He wrote despite the fact that he had to work, and out of love of writing. [...]

[...] The best thing you can do for yourself, or your loved ones, or the world, is to stop worrying, and hence release all of the negative thoughts therein generated.

[...] When you fell in love with Ruburt, a part of you was appalled, for it felt it must hold itself ever aloof—and in those days Ruburt’s spontaneous self often met a response from your overly conscientious self, so that you appeared cold to him, and in repelling his spontaneity you were of course frightened to reveal your own.

Then there was a love of detail and planning, and the ability to form in the mind complicated building plans for others to carry out. [...]

[...] You create out of love, for the sake of the experience. [...]

[...] They are beautiful because they love themselves and beauty. [...]

[...] The main issue here is that feeling of responsibility again, so that he writes or whatever because he loves to do it, not because he should or must, and that involves my books as well as his own. [...]

[...] He therefore used it only for such purpose, not wanting to frighten you with it otherwise because he loved you so.

[...] He identified with each, hating and loving each for that reason. [...]

Ruburt’s love for Joseph, his own purposes, and his growing questions, along with his interest in painting in general, triggered exactly the kind of stimulus that broke through conventional beliefs about time and knowledge. [...]

[...] They extended their horizons, pushed beyond the conventional mental landscapes — driven by zest and vitality, by curiosity and love, and not by fear (all of the above with much emphasis).

[...] When he fell in love, it was wholeheartedly, and he was determined to merge his creativity and his marriage. [...]

[...] Brownish hair as an adult, approximately five, five, and with a love of the color red, even as your own mother. [...]

[...] The body was lovingly formed from EE units through all the stages to atoms, cells, organs, and so forth. [...]

In such a quandary all you can do is add disapproval to disapproval, in some twisted hope that somehow some trust or love of the self will ensue.

[...] Scientifically, such studies would vastly enlarge your concepts so that a loving technology could follow the most beautiful contours of the mind, rising on the natural mountains of human abilities and then more easily into fulfillment.

[...] Only in dreams in your time, in your society, is the male free to cry unabashedly, to admit any kind of dependency, and only at certain occasions and usually in relative privacy is he allowed to express feelings of love.

[...] This morning Eleanor called Jane to say that she “loved it,” and made a Jane a firm offer for its publication. [...]

[...] Now their love for each other is much freer and more open than it was that first time, and they seem happier.

[...] I consider projecting but decide not to ruin the bike experience for Carl who would dearly love to own a motorcycle, even if he is only a dream Carl of mine.