“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

In that framework, even the emotions of love and exaltation are seen as no more than the erratic activity of neurons firing (pause), or of chemicals reacting to chemicals. [...]

[...] Using your idea of time, I can only say that when the entire gestalt of consciousnesses that formed a particular earth have formed its reality to the best of their abilities, fulfilling their individual and mass capacities as far as possible, then they lovingly turn over that grid to others, and continue to take part in existences that are not physical in your terms. [...]

[...] The idea still is to love and protect and cherish, and express the body that you have.

[...] Still, we found it strange indeed—unreal, even—to consider that a person so intimately connected with a place we love had killed herself.³

Now, from your own experience, when Ruburt and you are in a condition of positive love, you see, do you sense the inner feeling of abundance?

[...] The biological basis of all life is a loving, divine and cooperative one, and presupposes a safe physical stance from which any member of any species feels actively free to seek out its needs and to communicate with others of its kind.

[...] I am simple and quiet and peace-loving... [...]

[...] The energy in hate can be utilized in love, for example. [...]

[...] I suggested that you take walks, Joseph, some time ago, simply to rearouse your natural love of that activity.

The approach should be of loving encouragement: “You can. [...]

[...] There are human beings on the face of this earth who do not know what love means, or companionship. [...]

You do not dissect a pet cat or dog, so when man began to dissect the universe in those terms he had already lost his sense of love for it. [...]

His ego is his ego, and because it is his he loves it indeed. [...]

[...] Do not say, “It is miserable, but it is mine and I love it!” Throw it away! [...]

[...] The dog had to be loved. [...]

[...] And I made Ruburt one lovely wife — so there, my lovelies.

[...] It is meaningless to say that the books are Ruburt’s. Your ideas of “perfection” and love of detail, or if you prefer, your feeling for the significance of detail that appears exteriorized in your notes, is as present in the inner consistency of the material itself as given by me.

[...] 2. The libido is regarded as the sexual urge or instinct — positive, loving, psychic energy that shows itself in changing ways as the individual matures. [...]

[...] This understanding, faith, if you will, in such a process can then be seen as quite a leap in understanding for me, with my love of detail.

[...] And conflicts of beliefs, as well as other conventionalized concepts that quite override your natural love of physical bodily activity.

Love involves self-respect, the trust in individual biological zest and integrity. [...]

[...] Billy was a replacement for our previous cat, Willy (who’d died in November 1976 at the age of 16), and we’d found him at an animal shelter the next weekend after Willy’s death; as far as having a pet to love went, we’d thought ourselves “set” for a number of years. [...]