“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

When I use perceptions in your reality then I automatically translate inner data into physical terms, otherwise I am not limited to that kind of perception. I can view what you think of as that pot in many different ways for example. I need not perceive it as a pot but I can perceive it as a pot. You must perceive it as a pot.

([Ron:] “Would you be aware of, say the pot on the table?”)

Only if I were interested in the pot on the table.

As a pot on the table.

[...] Jane then remembered that the parent begonia here at the house had its pot, until recently, wrapped in an orange-colored burlap type of fabric. As a matter of fact, she had cleaned the last shreds of this fabric from the pot holding the parent plant today; these shreds had been stuck, unnoticed, on the bottom of the pot.

(We do not know if the pot holding the office begonia had ever, also, been wrapped in fabric. It is a possibility, since the pot as well as the plant came from the apartment, and one of Jane’s pet activities is decorating the plant containers with various materials and in various ways.

(In addition, Jane has asked me at various times to bring home a slip from this office plant, so that she can start another pot; she has been quite impressed with my descriptions of how well the office plant has been doing.

[...] “She’s got something there now—she’s even getting a pot.”

(“Outside there were huge flower pots resembling these, but not filled with sand for cigarettes. [...]

[...] Last Saturday I bought over $30.00 worth of flower seeds, and I’m slowly trying them out in a variety of pots and containers to see which flowers do best under what circumstances—artificial light, natural light, etc. [...]

(The hospital was hardly a quiet place, what with fire trucks and police cars pulling up beneath our window with sirens screeching and wailing, and with people in the hall outside 330 pushing carts that rattled and sounded like a bushel of pots and pans jouncing around — all of this as Jane was ready to begin the session. [...]

[...] The pot always boils. [...]

[...] He has determined not to backtrack, for example; but both of you must remember that creativity is playful—that is, that you must not try too hard, that you mentally look the other way now and then, and not watch the pot boil all of the time.

[...] The old man also stands for Ruburt’s father, as Ruburt thought of him bumming around, frittering away his time and energy, so he was stealing from the pot. [...]

(Jane and Leonard worked out a price for the purchase of Leonard’s dining room set; we gave him an electric coffee pot also.)

[...] (Leaning forward, eyes open, humorous manner:) To force a lid on that pot was a job.

[...] A seed “knows” that it will come to life in the middle of a pot in someone’s living room. [...]

[...] Go, go, go.
Why not have a band play and give balloons away?
There’s nothing like killing birds
To clean up the business section.
We could feature a Starling Day, for our centennial celebration,
Such elation as the city fathers
And other pot-bellied elders
Did their best to keep the city clean.
We could give ice cream away to the kids who killed the most,
The hosts of observers could yell the cheer:
“Oh, it takes such courage and it takes such brawn
To drop the blackbirds on the County House lawn.”

[...] “I don’t like to talk about it,” she said, “but I’ve been potting around with the idea—getting some thoughts about something like that. [...]

[...] I’d been scowling at the dirty pot and thinking of my company. [...]

[...] We used the bookcases for the books on psychic phenomena that we were beginning to collect and started some potted philodendron vines between the dowels. [...]