“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Give us a moment.... When you feel at the same time that you must and should plow the driveway out yourself, to prove that you are the same as your neighbor, or to prove that you are physically agile, and on the other hand if you feel that you do not want to plow out the driveway at all, then you are in a quandary—and when you shovel, you tell your body to shovel and not to shovel at the same time, setting your muscles against each other.

(This afternoon, by the way, I made arrangements to have our driveway plowed. It’s now clear. It’s also going to be plowed by the service station operator who takes care of our car; whenever the snow accumulates to three inches or so, the clearing-out will be automatically taken care of.

There is nothing wrong of course with having your driveway plowed because you have other things that you want to do. That is a simple, excellent, choice.

[...] Maybe I should take a short break and try to plow right through it some night—get all I can get....”)

[...] They cannot be plowed under for some ideal that exists apart from them.

(After the second foot of snow fell last weekend, the tenants of the house waited as usual for the landlord to appear with his plow. [...]

(By the time the landlord realized we couldn’t shovel our own way out, he couldn’t get his own plow into the driveway, nor could he hire help; everyone was busy. [...]

(The session was held this evening with the chance that it might be interrupted. One of the tenants in the house had finally located a man with a plow, who was due to clear the area at 9 PM this evening. [...]

[...] Not only that, he’d brought his tiller back, and had once again plowed up the back yard, preparatory to sowing the wildflower seeds.)

[...] I watched the ship sink on an even keel through the blue-green water to the smooth yellow and tan and brown sandy ocean floor—but instead of settling motionless there the ship began to ‘sail’ or plow its way across the ocean bottom, almost as though it were a car moving along a road. [...]

[...] That energy from which you seem to get no work physically, that energy which seems to diminish in value, is plowed backward into inwardness, regenerated and used to form universes without which you could not exist even as physical beings.

[...] He felt they should be plowed back in—used for you and your work, and that you were not taking advantage of these secondary rewards, that they lay unused when they should furnish you, now, with the opportunity to do your painting.

My greeting to Marleno, and my sympathy to Ruburt as he struggles to plow through his Dunne.

[...] I couldn’t get my car out of the garage; the streets weren’t plowed, businesses remained closed. [...]