“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Now listen. Imagine an onion, and if there is someone here who does not like onions, imagine anything you please. An onion comes up from the earth and the growth principle is within it; and imagine our poor onion in the earth. You see, I am not using a flower, and the onion comes up and it insists that it must know who God is and where He is that makes him grow. And so our onion, with the full vitality within it to grow from the inside out, as all things grow, instead looks at the fine carrot next to him, and such a lovely hue, and examines the carrot in his mind to see if this is God. And then he looks up to the asparagus and to the vines and to the tree. And the tree is much larger so surely, the tree must be God. Aha, but the tree does not look like an onion so, therefore, the tree could not be God. God instead must be a giant onion, a beautiful giant onion, and so our poor and stupid little onion spends all its life waiting for this giant perfection of an onion to come by and save it. He may even hallucinate such a giant onion but all the time the principle of vitality and power and growth is All That Is, and all of it that you can understand at this point, is within the onion. The principle within it that gives it its existence. Now, if ever I find a church of onions, I will let you know.

([Joel:] “No demons to worry about, only red onions? Would you have any advice for me then in pursuing my own ministry? It appears that the church I am serving will no longer have any appreciable function.”)

[...] Does an onion fear its skin or an apple become afraid of its core? [...]

[...] You can consider the whole self as an onion if you wish. [...]

[...] They are more like the various skins of an onion, or segments of an orange, all connected through the one vitality and growing out into various realities while springing from the same source.

I am not comparing personality to an orange or an onion, but I want to emphasize that as these things grow from within outward, so does each fragment of the entire self. [...]

[...] Just before she did, we were treated to the rather strong and tasty smell of liver and onions, coming up the elevator shaft across the hall from our door, from the kitchen in the basement. [...]

[...] In case you are curious, in your particular case there is a relaxation of the nervous system that occurs, but not because of my melodious tones, I will note, but indeed my voice can travel as far as the onions [sic!]. [...]

[...] They are not physical, but they do exist in the whole package of the self, perhaps like the skins of an onion, you see. [...]

Now think physically again of our onion, but imagine instead, psychic realities forming its skin, each interconnected with the other. [...]