“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] In this way most children are assured of their parents’ love, and hence need not resort to illness as a way of gaining attention or testing a parents’ love and devotion.

(In quotes:) “We will be happier when Ruburt is better,” or “We will feel more together when Ruburt is better,” or “We will make love more often when Ruburt is better.” [...]

The Speaker manuscripts are in your future, and will involve as I told you considerable work—a labor of love. [...]

[...] A mother might say: “You don’t need to have a temperature in order to avoid school, or as a way of getting love and attention, for I love you in any case. [...]

They possess an innate love of the body and all of its parts. [...]

You will join me as I have joined others.
No physical form or physical thought
can express my existence.
The term love, with its message
of caring for another,
is the most important of our
messages in the physical.
Seth Two is to me now what Seth was to you.
I am a step higher but not removed.
Yet, I have changed enough since “my
death” that it is difficult,
at times, to relate to your existence.
The love and the emotions you feel are
the connectives between us.
My love for you has not changed but expanded
in a way you do not comprehend.
Physical needs are for physical beings,
and I understand and know this.
Touch is important at your level.
My new or returned mind loves you more
deeply than in our earth time together,
but it is also much more
understanding of physical need.
When I said, “Be for me as I would
be for thee,” I didn’t mean to limit you.
Be the physical person you need to be,
as you are physical for a limited and
for a purposeful reason.
Enjoy physical reality between others,
for the mind endures and exists
beyond your understanding and existence.
I love you as you were
and as we will be.
Your now is for you to enjoy.
I never judge your actions, and this
I repeat with love and utmost understanding.
Be yourself and in being yourself
you will be for me as I would be for thee.
You do well and I watch you often.
Continue to love physical life
while you are physical.

[...] I think I know my own parents better now than I did when they were ‘living.’ I understand so much more about them now, and with compassion see and feel their strivings and hopes, loves and successes and failures in ways I was not consciously aware of before. [...] My love to you and your son.

[...] Yet, I find in it all of the ingredients that made up the Jane I knew — her great beauty, personality and creativity, her love of manipulating within her physical environment; I see her “steering herself” toward extraordinary accomplishments.

[...] Considering the loving, passionate “work” that Jane and I engaged in for more than twenty years, of course I do. [...]

A dear and cozy good evening to you in your sweet house — with (amused) the baseball game ahead of you, and all of the loving paraphernalia that is so specific in your space and time.

1. Jane called her book of poetry If We Live Again: Or, Public Magic and Private Love, and Prentice-Hall published it in 1982.

Poetry was her first, childhood love, and it remained a powerful creative factor throughout her life. [...]

“To me at least, poetry — like love — implies a magical approach to life, quite different from the presently accepted rational way of looking at the world. [...]

(A one-minute pause.) There is no condition that love cannot improve. There is no condition that love cannot provide—and I mean here love of self and so forth, as well as love of another person. [...]

[...] Your question was why the lack of communication and compassion, the inarticulateness of love? [...] Through expression of the words, but also through your art, for you saw all art as an expression of love, a love in which the old man and civilization was ultimately held.

[...] Forgets how much he loves to paint, and considers all the problems involved in a new technique. [...]

As lovers can see the “ideal” in their beloved, and yet be well aware of certain inadequacies, certain deviations from the ideal, so can you, loving yourself, realize that what you think of as imperfections are instead gropings toward more complete becoming. You cannot love yourself and hate the emotions that flow through you at the same time; because while you are not your emotions, you identify with them so often that in hating them you hate yourself.

Dictation: If you have a loving regard for yourself, then you will trust in your own direction.

The loving acknowledgement of their own uniqueness would in itself show them how to begin to use their own abilities in their own way, and to trust their present situation. [...]

[...] Beauty, love, peace, and abundance are mine. [...]

(All distortions and ugly images are now washed away by the infinite ocean of love and peace flowing through her, and it is so.

[...] You cannot divorce it from your own sense of reality and I use therefore the word “love” without the embarrassment that some of you, quite privately, ascribe to it. You can love a flower, you do not hate it because it has one brown petal, and yet, when you find another individual with a symbolic brown petal, you immediately latch upon that. [...]

It is your interpretation of a love that you do not know how to interpret. The closest you can come to the idea, and the feeling of true love is the sexual one and so you often interpret what you receive in sexual terms. [...]

([Gert:] “Then we have distorted the word love as being something simply sexual?”)

[...] It never occurred to me that instead love is the vital synthesis.”

[...] I can only say that it is possessed by “the need” to lovingly create from its own being; to lovingly transform its own reality in such a way that each most slight probable consciousness can come to be (long pause); and with the need to see that any and all possible orchestrations of consciousness have the chance to emerge, to perceive and to love.

We will later discuss the fuller connotations of the word “love” as it is meant here, but this chapter is a kind of outline of other material to come.

[...] All That Is, loving its own progeny, sought within itself the answer to this divine dilemma (all very intently, with eyes wide and dark, and with numerous gestures).

[...] Mitzi was still loving me up. [...]

I would prefer to call it a loving endeavor.

[...] Think of the classical statue of Shiva standing on the crushed baby—a loving participation in the illusion of tragedy. [...]

([Gene]: “We must love them for they are ourselves.”)

[...] The love implied in the fact that you help him with suggestions is highly important, because that love implies safety. [...]

[...] For now I am concerned with Ruburt’s specific problem, and I ask you, lovingly, to help him become aware of his impulses and to act upon them. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) You have a deep love of the land, from your Denmark days. [...]

Some of these feelings are also projected upon the apartment house at large, and mask your deep love of your studio, despite all disadvantages.

He thinks of this place in terms of a dwelling rather than as land, but because his attitude is not charged and because he does love land, he is able to enjoy what land there is. [...]

1. Rob should express his love verbally, as well as his concern.

[...] Thank God that some god loved itself enough to diversify, to create itself in a million different forms; to multiply, to explode its being inward and outward. Thank God that some god loved its own individuality enough to endow the least and the most, the greatest and the smallest, with its own unique being.

[...] Ah dear body, then, how lovely and blessed your untruth, which is sensate and feels desire through the hollowest of bones. [...]

2. Rob’s loving encouragement. [...]

[...] Ruburt expected her husband, the man, to show spontaneous love and affection, and to supply emotional richness, which she was willing to nurture—but she expected the artist—who happened to be her husband—to protect himself from any emotional response that might interfere with his work.

[...] Your active loving direction.

(To Bette.) The love was too much, you see. [...]

Now I suggest that you end class, if you can do it, with a whispered Mu for the much-loved one over in the corner (Bette). [...]