“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

I may or may not return, according to those rhythms of which I speak—

[...] There is a certain rhythm to these sessions —that is, to this particular group—so that certain elements are strongly presented for his consideration. [...]

[...] Her recitation as Seth Two had speeded up somewhat after a slow beginning, and had acquired almost a sing-song rhythm. [...]

[...] A time and a rhythm occurred in which you both knew that therapeutic ventures, started now for many reasons could take quicker route—that is, you sensed upon a new probability. [...]

[...] Even slow dancing, for example, until he can manage fast dancing, but the use of bodily rhythm.

[...] Her words were loaded with emotion, more evenly delivered than yesterday’s session had been, yet still the rhythm wasn’t one of ease and speed.

[...] Words have rhythm—emotional rhythms, to which he is acutely attuned. [...]

[...] This does occur in rhythms, periods of assimilation being usually though not inevitably necessary. [...]

[...] There is however an inner rhythm that is not apparent. [...]

I may or may not return—again, according to those rhythms of which I speak. [...]

[...] These other kinds of consciousness then form inner rhythms upon which you superimpose your own.

[...] His arms can comfortably release themselves, and his trunk, and in perfect rhythm with his legs, knees, and feet. [...]

[...] Jane would deliver a sentence, then pause longer than usual, so that her accustomed rhythm was a little off.)

[...] There have always been rhythms in consciousness that are not historically obvious. [...]

[...] Indeed, our books follow their own rhythms, and this one is in a way a further elaboration upon The Nature of Personal Reality.¹

Now, I may or may not return, according to those rhythms of which I speak, but I am indeed present in any case. [...]

[...] What happens in either case is that you impede your own rhythm. [...]

I may or may not return, again according to those rhythms of which I speak—but know that I am present and approachable. [...]

[...] Then you drop it like a pebble into Framework 2, forget about it as much as possible for a fortnight, and do this in a certain rhythm.

[...] Left alone, your creativity knows its own rhythms, and drinks at the springs of Framework 2 at its own delightful leisure. [...]