“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Before that, jobs for both of you served to make you rub elbows, so to speak, with others, and to equalize your paths and theirs. [...]

There are many times that our paths have crossed, and that is why I wanted you here, and why you happened onto the art gallery where Ruburt is employed. [...]

[...] In her glossary for Adventures Jane defines the living area as “The ‘paths’ our lives follow from birth to death.”

You are, however, blazing your own path, and confidence at times will unfortunately lag. [...]

[...] If the dream world exists, and it does, and if it does not exist in space, then in what, or where, does it have its existence, and what paths if any will lead us to it?

[...] Nor is it contradictory of me even now to note that Jane’s path is quite in accord with her basically innocent, mystical nature—for her acceptance of her nature makes possible her explorations of it in her own unique ways. [...]

[...] When Ruburt has typed those small later poems, the path will seem much clearer to him. [...]

It begins to travel down safe paths, and out of fear it continually enlarges the scope of limitations. [...]

[...] They are in all places, intertwined with paths leading from one to the other and with the echo of the entity’s voice resounding through each interconnecting corridor.

[...] I will mention now that we have chosen the same paths. [...]

[...] “Sometimes I feel like an explorer, mapping out paths to an ancient forgotten dimension of reality. [...]

“Years ago, after my brothers and I had left 704 to follow our own life paths, the Brenner family had built a house next door to our parents’ place. [...]

(Late yesterday afternoon my pendulum told me that Jane’s symptoms stemmed from her feeling that she had failed to become a successful “straight” writer—a novelist, poet, essayist, et al.; that she felt she had failed as the serious writer she had always dreamed of becoming, that the psychic work represented a turning down a wrong path; that actually, basically, the psychic work represented failure to her rather than success. [...]

[...] In those terms, if you are bilingual you are somewhat better off, for your thoughts have a choice of two paths. [...]

[...] (Some physicists, however, have implied that subatomic particles—photons—communicate with each other as they take their separate but “sympathetic” paths.) Pardon my irony here, but Seth has always dealt with the ramifications of consciousness and maintained also that we do not inhabit just one probable world, but constantly move among them by choice—and by the microsecond, if one chooses.

[...] A path or road shape not directly centered, with an upward incline. [...]

We didn’t realize it at the time, but in these early sessions, Seth was gently leading us down the “garden path” — it became more difficult to think of the world in the usual terms, for example. [...]

[...] Some cases are on record where individuals are suddenly propelled out of the path of danger. [...]

[...] But if you discover paths or ‘strands of consciousness’ leading from yourself into other realities, then follow them….

[...] The resulting dream will partially break the circle of poor expectations with their shoddy physical constructions and start such an individual along a constructive path. [...]

[...] Yet I like lines like: “Let the dirge be heard, sweeping all things before it,” and: “I’ve developed a sense of death, when someone takes a few steps off the known path almost unknowing,” and: “I breathed in the public air and it became private.” [...]