“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He is plunged so quickly to the level that we want, you see, that oftentimes he is not aware of the intervening stages. [...]

[...] He need not plunge into another contract, for example. [...]

[...] We do not want, for example, the personality to plunge into a solution. [...]

(9:45.) Instead, you have an inner dimension of activity, a vast field of multidimensional creativity, a Creator that becomes a portion of each of its creations, and yet a Creator that is greater than the sum of its parts: a Creator that can know itself as a mouse in a field, or as the field, or as the continent upon which the field rests, or as the planet that holds the continent, or as the universe that holds the world—a force that is whole yet divisible, that is one and the inconceivably many, a force that is eternal and mortal at once, a force that plunges headlong into its own creativity, forming the seasons and experiencing them as well, glorifying in individuation, and yet always aware of the great unity that is within and behind and through all experiences of individuality: a force from [which] each moment’s pasts and futures flow out in every conceivable direction.

[...] He might plunge into it at the occasion, but not naturally seek it out. [...]

[...] He is afraid to take the plunge. [...]

[...] I am not saying that the individual is ready to plunge headlong into a world of energetic psychic endeavor at this time, either. [...]

[...] Indeed, the ego is that portion of the personality which is plunged into a specific and intense preoccupation with a given field of action or dimension.

[...] Because you realize that you are reading such a book and acting out the part of the main character, and plunged into a three-dimensional existence, this does not mean that you can afford to throw the book away nor that you should refuse to read it.

[...] We will be writing other books, but never in such a way that you must plunge from one into another. [...]

[...] After that initial plunge, though, she’s been doing very well.

[...] The woods come down over the crest of the hill in back of the house, to the north, and with a sound like an ocean tide the wind was racing through their treetops, plunging south past the house and into the valley. [...]

[...] I use the hospital in a positive way by plunging out into the hall; I signal myself that I mean to keep on living physical.

[...] He saw himself writing books, then taking a trip to break the routine, returning again and plunging into work.

[...] The next instant, my consciousness rushed out of my body, yet it was itself bodiless, taking up no space at all; it seemed to be merging with the air outside the window, plunging through the treetops, resting, curled within a single leaf. [...]

[...] The synthesis is yours, and yet the self must be plunged into chaos even to find order, to find itself and to find a comprehension and understanding that will bring original insight and knowledge into your plane. [...]

[...] (If we could plunge “down” into the body’s molecular and atomic stages, and see those, we’d find intricacies that are even more unbelievable.)

[...] From the beginning of our sessions you have been learning the method with which we will explore the whole self, but we have not plunged headlong into any foolhardy expeditions.

(“That constant book stuff can get confining, though,” she said, then reminded me that Seth — with her obvious consent — had plunged into Mass Events only a couple of weeks after finishing Psyche. [...]

After your long vacation, you should be quite ready to plunge into our activities anew. [...]

[...] The session is much longer than usual, since Seth didn’t have to go slow for my note-taking, but could plunge ahead. [...]