“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The awareness of plant life is also somewhat like that of the subject in deep trance. Except for the suggestion and stimulus received by regular natural forces on your plane, the plant life does not bestir itself in other directions. But like the trance subject, our plant is aware. [...]

[...] The inner senses of all plant life are well attuned, alert and very vital. [...]

[...] The awareness of plant life lies along these lines.

As your own body senses temperature changes, it also senses the psychic charge, not only of other individuals, but of plant and vegetative matter. [...]

As I have mentioned many times, animals then dream, as do plants, insects, and all forms of life. [...]

Those sequences follow the pursuits of value fulfillment so smoothly that they can be reactivated whenever the conditions are fortunate—for even the animals are not concerned with simple survival alone, nor the plants, but with what I can only call (long pause) emotional qualities: qualities that seek a full appreciation and creative extension of those conditions of consciousness that stamp each species as itself and yet join it with all others.

Physically, the seeds of a plant fall onto the earth. [...]

Dictation: The roots of the tiniest plant know the best conditions for their growth, and they reach spontaneously toward the most fulfilling probabilities for development.

[...] What knowledge then resides within those roots, and what precognitive ability, that the plant itself yearns toward fulfillment that is as yet not achieved?⁴

[...] You have to walk around a plant on a table in order to see it from all sides. [...]

[...] It was getting cloudy; I told her I hoped Frank Longwell was at the house, planting the red maple while the young fellow from school was mowing the grass. [...]

[...] As I pulled into the driveway in back, I saw that Frank had planted the red maple. [...]

[...] It is virgin territory, planted by my feelings and thoughts in the present. Therefore I will plant accomplishments and successes, and I will do this by remembering that nothing can exist in the future that I do not want to be there.

[...] Plants and animals and all of life’s aspects take it quite for granted that the sun will shine and the rains will fall in the way best conducive to all creatures. [...] (Long pause.) It may be true that animals do not need to know tomorrow’s weather, since they do not plant seeds or collect the harvest. [...]

[...] This time the material concerned, among other things, plants and thoughts; Tam being very interested in plants and related subjects. [...]

(The delivery by Seth concerning plants did mark the end of the afternoon’s session.

[...] She worked in a dress or textile plant of some vague definition in Decatur, South Dakota. [...]

(Malba met her husband Bronson there; he was a foreman in the factory or plant. [...]

[...] The plant cannot choose to walk down the street. The chicken and the plant can choose to live or die, however — rather important issues in the existence of any entity. [...]

[...] I use the word mental, meaning that all species possess their own kinds of interior mental life, as opposed to the physical characteristics of plants or animals with which you are familiar. [...]

[...] It would give you the chance to explore different aspects of nature, quite simply, some different species of plants or animals, but one in which water itself is the ever-pervading main element. [...]

[...] It is highly important then that you realize the vitality and natural right to such energy, as it is available not only to yourself but to the plant and animal kingdoms themselves. [...]

One such plant resembles the cotton plant, yet with very small yellow or yellow white seeds, and grows in certain portions of Africa. [...]

(The article concerns the drug supply available in plants, and the paucity of our knowledge about this vast field. [...]

[...] Plants grow many leaves. One leaf does not threaten the existence of others, and the plant is not jealous of its own foliage. [...]

[...] A cat’s world, or an insect’s or a plant’s, are each far different, yet equally valid.

“In your terms, from your present you ‘plant’ images, tales, legends, ‘at any given time,’ that seem to come from the past, but are actually like ghost images from the future, for you to follow or disregard as you choose.

(On the TV program, In Search Of, we watched a presentation of Cleve Backster and his work with plants reacting — or not, as the case was sometimes — to human emotions. [...]

The television program, about the communication of plants, also served as an impetus, so that Ruburt was able to sense the continuous “inner world” flow of love and cooperation within which all of life is couched. [...]

Within your biological experience, however, plant, mineral, animal, and human consciousness intersect. [...]

If you thought or felt in such a fashion, then you would appreciate the fact that biologically your body is yours by virtue of the mineral, plant and animal life from which it gains its sustenance. [...]

Look at your nuclear reactor troubles at the plant by Harrisburg (Three Mile Island). [...]

[...] The short story referred to above was reported on a TV program about Three Mile Island: Jane and I caught a glimpse of, I believe, a local newspaper or magazine in the Harrisburg area that had printed a short story about a nuclear accident at that plant, on the same day that the troubles began at Three Mile Island. [...]

[...] Man’s fears of not achieving brotherhood, of not achieving a secure state of consciousness, or a workable morality, result in his dreams of destruction, however they are expressed, and indeed, the present physical event as it exists now at the energy plant in Harrisburg can easily be likened to—and is—a warning dream to change man’s actions.

[...] You are planting seeds, and with the books you are planting seeds, only the results are not immediately before your eyes—a good point to remember. [...]

[...] In a way, the world is like a multidimensional, exotic plant growing in space and time, each thought, dream, imaginative encounter, hope or fear, growing naturally into its own bloom — a plant of incredible variety, never for a moment the same, in which each smallest root, leaf, stem, or flower has a part to play and is connected with the whole.

[...] It is virgin territory, planted by my feelings and thoughts in the present. Therefore I will plant accomplishments and successes, and I will do this by remembering that nothing can exist in the future that I do not want to be there.”

[...] The place looks terrible, although Frank said some of the wild flowers he planted out back are just beginning to show through the straw and grass mulch.

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