“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She realized today, while talking, that her grandfather had no love for women either. [...]

[...] But I know that I’ve also met a counterpart outside of class, and later in life: Laurel Lee Davies, the beautiful young lady from Iowa who’s been my loving companion for some years now, following Jane’s death in 1984. [...]

[...] Ella was the one strong enough to give love to another, you see, in her relationship to her husband. [...]

(To Bette Z.) And you cannot get up on your high horse over the idea of love and sharing either. [...]

Your Willy is in no danger, but show him your love, and regulate his ingoing and outgoing. [...]

[...] Why do your fellow beings sometimes seem like unfeeling monsters — (loudly:) Frankensteins not of body but of mind, spiritual idiots, ignorant of any heritage of love or truth or even graceful beasthood? [...]

[...] His love of machinery was his attempt, his strongest attempt, to make his being physical. [...]

[...] At last I knew what it was like to be a great painter, and I loved it. [...]

(Last night while we made love I broke down and cried for my worry over Jane.

[...] “The funny thing is, if we were that free yet committed, we wouldn’t have to worry about money because we’d automatically do the right things that would get us more whenever we needed it, just by doing the things we love to do....”

Now, the love that binds you all is a close, sometimes open… (words missed again)…that which is too much for him at this time… (and again.)… This sort of session is not primarily to tell you what you should do, Stephen. [...]

There are natural laws, then, that guide all kinds of life, and all realities — laws of love and cooperation — and those are the basic needs of which I am speaking.

[...] He can use your loving, playful encouragement. [...]

[...] Console can freely speak about it in public, because it carries within itself its own lovely camouflage. [...]

[...] Please understand me: There is nothing wrong with a loving technology.

[...] There is, I know, in heroic terms a love, a knowledge, a compassion, a creativity that can be assigned to All That Is, which is within each creature. [...]

[...] It is also highly distorted, for your physical senses are lovely liars that betray you constantly. [...]

[...] It prevents you from seeing clearly a view that you deeply love. [...]

Fear will often sensitize individuals however, so that fear for a loved one will bring about clairvoyant knowledge of a disaster. [...]

[...] A true idealization involves loving thoughts of the development and fulfillment of your abilities to the best possible condition.