“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Pretend then that you possessed within yourself the knowledge, the sight, of all the world’s masterpieces in sculpture and art, that they throbbed and pulsed as realities within you, but that you had no physical apparatus, no knowledge of how to achieve it; that there was neither rock, nor pigment, nor source of any of these, and you ached with the yearning to produce them—and this, on an infinitesimally small scale, will perhaps give you, as an artist, some idea of the agony and the impetus that was felt.

[...] Now, mentally, have Ruburt pretend it is simply a weed, and mentally throw it over his shoulder after he has plucked it from the seed of his consciousness.

[...] You can with your mirror accept these other personalities, search them out and recognize them, or pretend that they do now exist. [...]

[...] Pretend that you are a planet, as indeed in certain terms you are. [...]

And if I do not seem spiritual enough for anyone who reads the material, then let it be said that I have never pretended to be the Holy Ghost. [...]

The whole point however was to transcend the method itself, but the method could not be pretended. [...]

[...] She pretended to be dominated by him, but both of them knew. [...]

[...] And yet you see they understand very well, and again, it is a game, for he pretends that he does not know what he knows. [...]

[...] You do not pretend to love a parent who did little to earn your respect or love. [...]

[...] Pretend that you have two men. [...]

[...] It did little good in the past for Freudian psychologists to listen to a person’s associations (pause) while maintaining an objective air, or pretending that values did not exist. [...]

[...] She was very fond of food, and Ruburt now pretends to dismiss it. [...]

[...] You also pretend that it is morning.

[...] When you pretend alterations do not occur you block both biological and spiritual messages.

[...] I will pretend that I am under hypnosis, with myself as hypnotist and subject. [...]

[...] Pretend now that he begins to daydream and falls into a reverie. [...]

Another method: pretend you are painting Ruburt with a picture of the book in his hand, then the details as to the publisher and so forth would be painted in for you. [...]

[...] You can close the eyes of your conscious mind also, and pretend not to see what is there. [...]

[...] But you often pretend that you are some odd dangling leaf, with no roots, growing without a plant to support you.

[...] They rarely pretend to be themselves creative—yet all publishers, and people who work for them, are also intrigued by the products of creativity, and at least to some degree, being well reimbursed, they do indeed use their quite different abilities to distribute the creative products that they could not themselves initiate. [...]