“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] In the beginning of our sessions I spoke in a general manner, for example, saying that trees and plant life had a consciousness, but not a developed ego system. [...]

[...] It still fights for survival, of course; but the consciousness of plant life involves a consciousness of self as it operates within action. [...]

(At the market, I bought Jane a poinsettia plant for the holiday season.)

[...] I am saying, therefore that even insects have an esthetic sense, and again, that each creature, and each plant, or natural entity, has its own sense of value fulfillment, seeking the greatest possible fulfillment and extension of its own innate abilities.

If it is somewhat bothersome to me, it is of great benefit to growing things however, and quickens the chemical responses of plant life. [...]

[...] I told him the red maple he’d help plant in the back yard had evidently died but he said it may not really be dead.

[...] The tips of the plant may be boiled and drunk as a tea, if otherwise the extract is unavailable. [...]

[...] It is not that plants understand your ideas in usual terms — but that they do indeed pick up your intent, and in the arena of world survival, they have a stake.

[...] The plant (acanthus) was used for spices and other purposes for some centuries in that part of the world.

[...] Yet in the physical framework there is a constant intermixing, so that the cells of a man or a woman may become the cells of a plant or an animal,⁴ and of course vice versa. [...]

4. Jane and I understand Seth’s point when he tells us that “the cells of a man or woman may become the cells of a plant or an animal.” [...]

(Pause at 10:20.) Pretend that the psyche is a plant sending out seeds of itself in many directions, each seed growing into a new plant in different conditions. [...]

I keep returning to natural analogies — but plants do not work at developing their potential. [...]

[...] You plant thought forms in other systems, and you tend them. [...]

(I brought with me Kleenex, candy, popcorn and the poinsettia plant I bought for Jane at the Acme last night. [...]

[...] As Seth I touched a begonia plant (one of my favorites) and said, “I like Jane’s plant. [...]

Now: Records were often falsified; completely doctored, and false records were often planted. [...]

[...] Word would be sent that he would travel to such and such a location, and stories planted there of his arrival, while instead he journeyed to an entirely different place.

[...] We agreed on the location of the Crimson King red maple in the back yard; Frank is to plant it tomorrow afternoon, and bring the young fellow with him to mow the grass, which is some six inches high. [...]

Computers, however grand and complicated, cannot dream, and so for all of their incredible banks of information, they must lack the kind of unspoken knowing knowledge that the smallest plant or seed possesses. [...]

[...] The large classifications of mammals, fish, birds, men, reptiles, plants, and so forth, are [each] an integral part of that larger perceptive pattern—and that pattern (underlined) in those terms had to be complete even in the beginning of your time.

[...] Yet in the physical framework there is a constant intermixing, so that the [molecular components of the] cells of a man or woman may become the cells of a plant or an animal, and of course vice versa.” [...]

[...] You can see (long pause) the results in life all about you, though in animals or plants these are experienced as a matter of feelings rather than, say, as thoughts or attitudes.

[...] The drive is built into it, like the seed in a plant. [...]

[...] In the plant where I worked at the time, I ‘recognized’ several people in the Grunaargh family — all were printers — and with a feeling quite as strong as the recognition I had for Sumari.