“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“Years ago in the 1960’s,” Jane said, “I thought I loved you a lot more than you loved me, and that you could get along very well all by yourself.” [...]

[...] I’d never once questioned her loyalty or love, and I’d taken it that she felt the same way. [...]

[...] Ruburt was not taught to love himself as a child, and thought of his talents as a way of justifying his existence — an existence of somewhat suspicious nature, he felt, since his mother told him often that he was responsible for her own poor health.

[...] And that had been a mistake on her part, a serious one, born, I said, out of her desire for protection and love.

Ruburt did initiate a small religious order in the 16th Century, in France, and he was in love for many years with the man he met in his dream—a cleric. The love was not consummated, but it was passionate and enduring nonetheless on both of their parts. [...]

[...] In a large regard the church through the centuries ruled through the use of fear far more than the use of love. [...]

[...] The dream came to remind Ruburt of those connections, but also to remind him that his life even then was enriched by a long-held love relationship. [...]

[...] I admired the tender loving care with which he addressed himself to each portion of his body.

(Pause.) Love is propelled by all of the elements of natural aggression, and it is powerful; yet because you have made such divisions between good and evil, love appears to be weak and violence strong. [...] (Emphatically:) Hate is seen as far more efficient than love. [...]

[...] There is the power of love, for example, and the power to love. [...]

[...] They have been alternately honored and feared, loved and hated. [...]

(11:44.) If you hate a parent, for example, you cannot use the point of power to tell yourself that you love the parent instead. [...]

[...] I tried, but could not cry as he spoke: “Loving and merciful God, we entrust our sister to you. You loved her greatly in this life …” The priest promised to send me a copy of his eulogy.

[...] I love every letter we’ve ever received, even the ones that are not so nice. [...]

[...] Now: No Sir Galahad may appear, but if the exercise is pursued properly you will automatically begin to feel loved, and therefore worthy of love, and lovable, where before you felt rejected, unworthy and inferior. This feeling of being loved will alter your reality, drawing love to you. You will act loved. [...]

Take for example the two instances just given: The older person imagining youth will, during such an exercise, reactivate certain hormonal and chemical changes, becoming younger; and the woman who feels rejected does the same thing when imagining herself loved.

[...] First of all, the artist in whatever medium loves the activity for itself, and everything else is basically (underlined) secondary. You have a love of pleasure, focused into a certain magical kind of creativity. (Long pause.) This love and this pleasure automatically put the individual in harmony with the nature of existence itself, for existence operates in the same manner. [...]

Animals care for their young out of natural pleasure and love, not out of a sense of responsibility. [...]

[...] Value fulfillment even with the animals insists upon a qualitative enjoyment of life’s existence—one that automatically fosters a loving cooperation with the rest of nature as the individual follows impulses toward various kinds of pleasures. [...]

Love is outgoing, as aggression is. You cannot inhibit one without similarly affecting the other, so under such conditions the docile loving child is usually projecting and expressing the restrained love for the family as a whole. [...]

[...] Such unreconciled patterns of activity also mean that love is not being freely expressed.

[...] Jane loved physical life with a deep, intuitive and psychic innocence then—and she still does. I don’t see how she can express that earthly love more clearly, simply, and beautifully than she does here. [...]

I’ve done the best I could
with thy sweet heritage of blood,
one creature like all the rest
born from your power and benevolence,
graced to share in what you are
for your love’s multiplication
knows no prejudice,
so let me humbly state my thanks

[...] I am a teacher, and because I am a teacher I love to teach. A person who loves to teach needs people who love to learn. [...]

It is also vital that such people continue to receive and express love. [...]

Often such a procedure will reawaken new stirrings of love, and actually turn around the entire affair. [...]

The rearousal of love might well activate Framework 2 to such an extent that the healing energies become unblocked, and send their threads of probable actions into the person’s living situation as well — that is, once the channels to Framework 2 are open, then new possibilities immediately open up in all of life’s living areas. [...]

He was living with you, someone he loved who had a different temperament, and tried to make his align with your own because of his love, and also because he felt your ides were better. [...]

Each day became a battle in which what he loved to do had to be transformed into work, with all of its unnatural connotations—to him. [...]

[...] He loves to write at twilight, for example.

What he loved to do then was equated with work.

[...] She also has a love of yards and gardens, and a love of beauty, so that Leonard’s wish met with fertile ground. [...]

[...] When Leonard returned, all unknowingly he sent out constructive thoughts to which she also reacted; but he loved his lawn and his yard, and in his mind’s eye he saw it the way he wanted it, clearly, and it did become an event.

[...] There is one area you see where he (Leonard) is thus far entirely blocked, for he cannot love another person wholeheartedly, nor imagine himself in that position. [...]

(Pause.) Love, as it is often experienced, allows an individual to take his sense of self-worth from another for a time, and to at least momentarily let the other’s belief in his goodness supersede his own beliefs in lack of worth. Again, I make a distinction between this and a greater love in which two individuals, knowing their own worth, are able to give and to receive.

[...] Loved ones are permitted to visit the sick on but certain occasions, so those who wish them well in the strongest terms, who are closest to them and who love them, are efficiently prevented from exerting any natural constructive behavior.

[...] This may involve religion, politics, art, or simply falling in love.

[...] It was apparent that Dineen sat alone all day in her lovely home with nothing to do; that she was making no effort to face her situation truly, but looking to others to do it for her, and therefore reinforcing her sense of powerlessness. [...]

[...] They are also painting a highly prejudiced view of reality, leaving out all matters concerning man’s heroism, love of his fellow creatures, his wonder, sympathy, and the great redeeming qualities of the natural world itself. [...]

[...] The world needs every hand and eye, and cries out for expression of love and caring. [...]

Nature does not know damnation, and damnation has no meaning in the great realm of love in which all existence is couched.

[...] Our love to you and you-know-who —I think his name is Jerry, or something like that.... [...]

Love, Rob

[...] She realized that as a youngster she had loved her mother, and tried hard to do things for her, even when Marie had rejected her efforts say, in buying a nightgown of the “wrong” color.

[...] She felt a great love from the entity. [...]

The television program, about the communication of plants, also served as an impetus, so that Ruburt was able to sense the continuous “inner world” flow of love and cooperation within which all of life is couched. [...]

(Long pause.) Such communications exist at all levels, but for his own personal reasons, and because of your relationship, Ruburt in particular tuned into your own greater personality with those attributes of love, deep understanding, and respect that often seem so difficult, it seems, to express adequately.

[...] There is an important reason for your love of detail, and also there are charges connected with this. [...] You do not love detail for detail’s sake, for example, but you can overreact strongly in such areas.

[...] As far as your living quarters are concerned, enjoyment of them, taking spaciousness for granted, loving the idea of it, will bring you more.

Emotional feeling will also emerge as you remember people and faces that you have known, and places that you have loved. [...]

Past feelings of abundance from other lives can help you ignite a current love of abundance and concentration upon it. [...]

[...] Now as I write some old dumb stuff comes emotionally to mind—my mother saying that I’d destroy those I loved or some such nonsense.... [...]

(We have a lovely quiet Xmas—Gallaghers here Xmas Eve—four inches or so of snow, Joe and Margaret here last PM—pleasant—I give Rob his planter thing; we get the bed. [...]

[...] “Mitzi, running up and down the [cellar] stairs, is an example of the love of excitement and activity with which man and animals are innately endowed. Animals enjoy being petted, stroked, and loved. [...]

[...] “I love the red couch cover you’re sitting on,” she said as we waited for the session—and indeed, the corded fabric glowed in the warm light cast by the table lamp on the room divider behind the couch; the divider separates the kitchen from the living room.

[...] The experience was to inform you emotionally and spiritually of the great meaning of each individual, portray the lovely brilliance that is within each human being, and let you know that the integrity of the self and the soul exists beyond the possibility of annihilation, as you yourself will continue to exist regardless of which path you choose to take — dying within two years, or living physically on for many more. In other words, you will continue to exist and to be fulfilled within that love you sensed.

(Just yesterday Jane received a letter from a woman who described the onset, a few years ago, of extraordinary feelings of transcendent love for mankind. [...]