“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

It is precisely the challenge of things like dancing when he is in poor shape, but coming through when others are watching, or a trailer trip, or riding a bicycle when it seems impossible, or climbing a tree, that has the imaginative literal qualities that inspires him to change beliefs, whether or not those issues in that way make sense to you.

Connection with initials M S, and a long car ride. [...]

Now when either of you, or both of you, feel that there might be something wrong in spending your time thinking, writing, painting, or worse, daydreaming, you feel that way because your way of life meets some conflict from old Darwinian and Freudian beliefs: you should be out there in the world—active, competing, or even just riding bicycles. [...]

[...] Portions of the brain not used lie latent, waiting for the recognition that will trigger them into activity (intently). When this happens, the mind will become aware of the rich bed of probabilities upon which the ego now rides so blindly.

[...] This is one of the reasons why some projections are so confusing, particularly when the ego is taken along for the ride. [...]

The selves who ride the wheel therefore also provide some of the power that runs the wheel. [...]

[...] They saw themselves as vulnerable solitary points of egos, riding perilously and unprotected upon the tumultuous waves of involuntary processes.

[...] The loving acceptance of yourself will allow you to ride through beliefs as you would through the changing characteristics of a countryside. [...]

[...] Since the old Ford—1955—was in the garage with gas tank trouble over the weekend, we were given a ride to Sayre and back from Elmira by the Crowders in their Cadillac. [...]

[...] It is true that thoughts form reality, but the thoughts are like passengers, riding atop of emotional feelings, or feeling-tones. [...]

Once you learn to get the feeling of your own inner tone, then you are aware of its power, strength and durability, and you can to some extent ride with it into deeper realities of experience.

[...] That rides secure, choosing from unpredictable fields of actuality those that suit its own particular nature.

[...] When you finally feel what I am saying, then you will ride above your own energy! [...]

[...] (With much emphasis:) That self rides firmly, however, in the great flight of experience, and feels within itself all of those other fully unique versions that also fling their way into existence.

[...] While on a walk to a neighborhood store she was given a ride by our family doctor. [...]

[...] As she’s often said, she “rides” the Seth voice, or the energy behind or within it.

[...] Sometimes on that morning ride I’d swear that I was having a heart attack, and would die any minute—most unpleasant—and excellent warning signs. [...]

Also a cab ride. [...]

[...] We thought the fare much too high and were both angry; the last time we had visited San Juan the same ride cost less than $2.00; perhaps $1.50.”)

(Peggy believes this is a reference to the bus ride to Camp Kilmer. [...]

[...] Bill Gallagher took us on a ride in the hopes the cold night air would help Jane snap out of it; so at 1:00 in the morning we were bouncing through Elmira, Elmira Heights, and Horseheads. [...]

[...] It seems unreasonable, watching him, to think that he could even begin to ride one. [...]