“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The mother-love experience has done much however to balance a too-aggressive nature.

[...] This is very evident in her second and latest book of poetry, If We Live Again: Or, Public Magic and Private Love, which was published in December of last year (1981). [...]

[...] There are multitudinous possibilities for a redemption—or equalization or love or forgiveness, say—to take place amid such a dazzling array of probable realities. [...]

Basically [many farmers love] animals for themselves, and delight in their ways—but by itself “delighting in animals” is not considered particularly virile enough. [...]

[...] That’s what we love about it. [...]

[...] And if you consider the wires as forming cubes—this is for you, Joseph, with your love of images—then the cubes could also fit one within the other, without disturbing the inhabitants of either cube one iota. [...]

[...] I know you love me, but maybe you get sick of my running your life or something like that....”

[...] I am not suggesting that you adopt a bland, idiotic, male Pollyanna smile, nor that you shout love, prosperity and health from the rooftops while the world below is steeped in poverty and ignorance.

The idea of purchasing it now causes subconscious anger, though you love land. [...]

When Ruburt felt, as I have told you, that you no longer loved him, then he had less use of the body. [...]

[...] But he loved you deeply, and there was no place he could run to, nor from the problems presented by your parents.

[...] I remember quite well that I was most reluctant to move; the young boy didn’t want to leave his friends and the surroundings he loved. [...]

[...] From behind Rob, standing, she lightly soothes his forehead, then quickly is in his lap, facing him, sort of melting in with him; then they express their love.... [...]

His understanding is growing by leaps and bounds, but it is highly important that you both get back to what you think of as important—your work, which should also be your play, and also to your love-making. [...]

[...] Jane says Miss Callahan favors the adjective “lovely” instead.

Also she loves Philip, and would not consciously want to dominate him if she could. [...]

[...] His father had died a few months ago, and while he stood in the backyard, a place he knew and had loved since childhood, Jimmy thought to himself: “Now, if I could see my father’s apparition, then I could tell Ma, and she’d feel a lot better,” or words to that effect. [...]

[...] The tape goes into our files, although I’d love to know what she said on the rest of it….

[...] How strange, I’ve found myself thinking, that Joe, say, doesn’t see our environment in artistic terms, since what I see is so plain to me. But then, I tell myself, Joe has a method of cognition that’s quite natural to him. If he loves flowers, for instance, he may enjoy more of a sheer emotional reaction through the appreciation of a rose than I can.

[...] Christianity, however, officially asks children of sorrow to be joyful and sinners to find a childlike purity; it asks them to love a God who one day will destroy the world, and who will condemn them to hell if they do not adore him.

[...] Ruburt therefore felt obligated to help Rooney, who did not really have any love for him — just as in his earlier years he [Jane] had felt obligated to help his mother.

For each time when they come to her aid she says to herself, “If they did not love me they would not help me.” [...]