“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The seasons took on the rhythms best suited to the creatures in various locations. [...]

(All with emphatic rhythm:) The inner self was too aware of its own multidimensionality, so in your terms it gave psychological birth to itself through the body in space and time. [...]

The constant interplay and healing process has its own rhythm, so that certain portions of a leg can rest, for example. [...]

[...] The improvements will follow their own rhythm as the body sets up a new balance in compensation. [...]

[...] The seasons spring up, formed by ancient feeling-tones, having deep and abiding rhythms. [...]

[...] You are as natural as an animal, and as “tuned in” to the deep rhythms of the earth — those that you consciously perceive and those that are perceived by your body consciousness, but are screened out by the “official mind.”

[...] These natural rhythms are seldom observed, however. [...]

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

I am quite willing to hold more sessions a week, and Ruburt (Jane) is very capable, particularly in rhythms. [...]

There are many other natural and spontaneous kinds of comprehension that can also result from the waking and sleeping rhythms that I have suggested. [...]

[...] Because of your love of images, and Ruburt’s love of words and rhythm, you will both still utilize these characteristics. [...]

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

You both have journeys of your own to take — rhythms of your own being that ebb and flow. [...]

[...] There are rhythms, so that Ruburt had, for example, two excellent days—Thursday and Friday. [...]

[...] In some ways, the rhythm of birth and death is like a breath taken and exhaled. [...]

[...] He should follow the rhythms of his own creativity without being overly concerned with the time. [...]

[...] He therefore reminded himself that he could and must trust his own individuality and rhythms.

[...] By this I mean that when she speaks for Seth her voice drops in register, becomes somewhat stronger, and acquires Seth’s own deliberate but unique accent and rhythm. [...]

[...] There is a rhythm, even now, to my own experiments in dream reality. [...] My students have noticed the same rhythms; so has Rob.

[...] But by now the rhythm of her pacing as she dictated Seth’s messages had picked up quite a bit. [...]

[...] Although everyone about me was talking quite loudly, I had the weird sensation of voices within me, of mouths open or crying in soundless rhythm. [...]