“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Beaches sparkle under stars.
They’ll be there for a million years.
Seas leap up in endless waves,
But we live far briefer lives.

Though this criss-crossed fleshmesh
Tastes like peach and feels like peach fuzz,
All utterly mergings of gold and green and red,
Sunnily rendered, dizzy and delicious,
Still, touching it with eyes is like peering
Through a fence
With wires cunningly connected,
A million to an inch.

(Now there’s talk of evacuating up to a million people who live in the counties surrounding Three Mile Island. [...]

A million to an inch.

[...] Then I get the feeling that scares you even more—that you’re scared to death of the hospital, and yet you’re afraid to dismiss your doctor and say to hell with the whole bit—I must be hiding stuff, see, because I’m getting ready to cry, because the time might come when you couldn’t stand it any more, and you’d have to do it—go back to the hospital—go through it all again—then I just tell myself I’d make out again, just like millions of people....” [...]

[...] You are not consciously aware of the million small actions which make up this seemingly insignificant act.

[...] Now this other portion of the self experiences these probable events, consciously, with as much rapidity as you subconsciously perceive the million small actions that make up the handshake.

Because there are millions of people upon the earth who would rather have someone speak and tell them what to do, rather than do it for themselves, that is why. [...]

[...] It served many purposes and it formed itself into a psychic entity, sustained by the belief of millions. [...]

(Pause.) You must remember, as a postscript, that there have been millions of Speakers.

[...] Then she had felt Seth return with the mention of the millions as an answer, blunting any particular uniqueness in the fact that both of us had been Speakers and were now producing the Seth material.

Our work is affecting the lives of millions—of millions (repeated in answer to my surprised look at Seth), through direct readership, and through the influence of those readers upon others, who may not, for example, even read the books, or who may read rarely in any case.

[...] That picture is composed of millions of ever-changing smaller snapshots, as it were — or moving pictures is better — determining so many conditions, positions and relationships that they could never be described. [...]

[...] Spontaneously, with the process just mentioned, millions of pictures are being taken also of the probable actions that will — or may — be needed, in your terms, in the moment immediately following, from microscopic action to the motion of a muscle, the driving of a car, the reading of a book, or whatever.

Now there are books programming out-of-body activity; millions of you are told that when you leave your body you will meet this demon or that demon, or this or that angry god. [...]

[...] If these universes were not interwoven then we would have no communication, but each has a mirror in each, and one reaches out to all the others, and I speak a million words to you for each one you hear.

Those theories of Darwin, however, formed part of the suggestive background in which you and Ruburt and millions of others matured. [...]

[...] They operated as suggestion that directed the actions of millions of people, and provided a framework through which they experienced their reality. [...]

[...] (long pause).... that the tale of Israel, with all of its wars and so forth, and its historical and biblical past, represents some ancient brilliant knowledge that man once had, of the self being so diverse as to behave as a nation of a million individuals, each looking for their homeland. [...]

[...] To an extent you reached millions—and as a young man.

[...] Millions of people consider that the ordinary, accepted mode of existence. [...]

[...] How do I thank all of those thousands and thousands who have written, let alone the millions who have bought books and told others about them? [...]

[...] There are millions of them in one atom — many millions. [...]

[...] The main identity continues to exist, even as the consciousnesses of millions of cells still exist that at one time were part of the body.

(“What do you think of my dream yesterday afternoon, about our receiving the million dollars?”)

When all of summer’s
splendid leafery is gone
then space seems to surround
us everywhere, far and close.
The immense vault of the universe
turns intimate,
reaches to our chimneytops
in shining swirls of sudden openness
just outside of our back doors.
Space from the galaxies
rushes in to fill the new emptiness
where a million million leaves were,
and the valleys hold
natural cupfuls of space,
filled to their transparent brims.

[...] They involve intense meditation of the body, and adverse imagery that itself affects the bodily cells.² Public health announcements about high blood pressure themselves raise the blood pressure of millions of television viewers (even more emphatically).

[...] Many millions of dollars, and much time and effort, have been and are being given to such research programs. [...]