“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Some are. Many memories, say of a room whose door once opened is now closed. But the soul has peepholes. She cannot see but she sees. Once she saw too well. She saw the future but she could only live in the past. Now she seeks release from the present, but she must now work hard for what once came easily. Talents must be polished, now or later.

(“Why must talents be polished now or later?”)

He can’t crack a smile without fearing that this will be taken as a sign of apple polishing, because apple polishing of course implies a feeling of inferiority on the part of the apple polisher. [...]

[...] My body hurt from polishing the stuff.... [...]

[...] Just to the right of this sculpture is another egg-shaped sculpture; this one is of polished silvery metal and is perhaps ten inches across. It stands on a wooden pedestal; the polished reflections in it seem to move as one’s viewpoint changes. We believe this is the oval shape Seth refers to, in light of his answer to my second question.

[...] As stated, the smaller of the two near-circular sculptures, about ten inches across, is of polished silvery metal, highly reflective. [...]

(“By the time I got to my desk, all of those fine points and the smooth polished prose had gone. [...]

[...] I saw a nice big studio-type room, quite bare with polished wood. [...]

Jewel and I will polish you up. [...]

[...] Techniques may improve, the work may become more polished, but the quality of the poetry itself is what is important.

(I have for some time thought that Jane needed to sell her writings as a means of justifying her life—whether these writings were her best work was, in that sense, immaterial; she couldn’t possibly wait until her writing was a polished art before beginning to market it. [...]

[...] (Pause.) There was a relationship existing between our young friend and the personality known as Ferd back in the Polish existence. [...]

[...] For now I was touching up my nails — I’d worn off all the new polish on their edges from typing my Speaker poetry all day. [...]

[...] [When I remarked that I’d like to see her up her trips to four times a day, she at once became defensive, so I cooled it.] I followed her advice and sprayed the linoleum-covered chair seat with furniture polish to make it more slippery, so that she can more easily slide sideways from the chair onto the couch or john. [...]

[...] The poems were of a humorous, social commentary nature, and highly polished. [...]

[...] In general, God loved little boys and girls with starched shirts, acceptable addresses, polished shoes, and fathers who made good money—it also helped if their mothers baked cookies for the PTA.

[...] It was part of a medal; Jane had polished it the day before, and removed the ribbon.

Polish your gifts in the morning,

[...] My two brothers, Loren and Dick, and I were in a room something like a courtroom, seated behind a long low polished dark-colored table. [...]

[...] These were filled with boxes of various sizes, and jars of things like lotions and shoe polish. [...]

[...] The patterns are seen in an exaggerated fashion, so that in some such cases at least you can gain glimpses of mental, emotional, and psychic processes that usually remain psychologically invisible beneath the more polished or “finished” social personality of the usual individual.