“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Jane said that while I was shopping today she’d dreamed or felt herself walking around the card table—not perfectly straight, but as though testing her weight upon her legs. [...]

[...] They were perfectly sincere people, and I found it arresting to listen to them as they spoke of Jesus Christ, the afterlife, and so forth, with such utter sincerity and conviction. [...]

[...] And yet a cat is a cat, a perfect cat, whether it is flawed or has a broken foot, or whether it can hear or not hear, or whether it is ancient or young. A cat is a perfect cat. [...]

Under the banner of the structure of which I have spoken, he is perfectly safe and supported. [...]

The outer world is a reflection of the inner one, though far from perfect. [...]

[...] However I do prefer that their regularity be maintained and I am perfectly agreeable now and then to making them briefer, due to circumstances. [...]

[...] And the thought of families of consciousness merging for different reasons — even while I accept that all of this is put in very limited terms — seems to have such perfect inner logic and delightful playfulness about it that I launch into the mergings notion with all kinds of questions, and impressions exploding outward.

Perfection is good, but so is faith.

[...] At times he has had difficulty in this respect, as is perfectly natural. [...]

I am perfectly willing. [...]

[...] This was her best effort yet: she marched right along in a perfectly normal way. [...]

There are also perfectly healthy, normal children who have determined ahead of time that they will live only to the threshold of adulthood, happy and flushed with dreams and promises of accomplishment, yet not experiencing any disillusionment or regret or sorrow. [...]

[...] As I well know, I am bothering my stomach, which is perfectly innocent in its own right. [...]

[...] Marie was bedridden, but Jane was perfectly healthy, and had come to forgive her mother, or make up with her. [...]

[...] That is perfectly all right, you go where you go and you travel where you travel, and if you want to tear your tickets up in the morning and forget where you have been, that is your own privilege. [...]

[...] Man has indeed forgotten how to interpret his revelations—but more importantly, he has forgotten how to receive them, and then how to perfect them in reason’s light.

[...] They are always perfect. [...]

[...] He looks for gods, anything at all, to explain perfectly natural functions that belong to him. [...]

[...] It is perfectly within your present capabilities to understand that time, to your dreaming self, is very much like time to your waking inner self. [...]

[...] If you prefer to take a break and continue, that is perfectly all right with me. [...]

Before we get down to Ruburt’s particulars, consider the fact that you are presently a part of a species that is specializing in the development of various kinds of consciousness, embarked upon an adventure that sees consciousness not only trying out new directions, from your perspective, but also trying to “perfect” and advance particular attributes.

The idea of—not perfection, now, but excellence—is presented to consciousness in many ways and in many guises, and the ideal of excellence serves as an impetus for consciousness, an excellence of pattern. [...]

They are created by our mental patterns, [just] as your own physical reality is created in perfect replica of your inner desires and thoughts. [...]

[...] I explained my position that she didn’t need to make bargains with herself, as she used to tell me she did — that it was perfectly okay to be healthy and talented at the same time, using one’s abilities as one chose. [...]