“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Monday, January 1, 1973, we decided to go for a ride, since it was a beautiful day. [...]

[...] I developed the habit as a teenager, reading signs and automobile license plates aloud and backward when my father would take my mother, my two younger brothers, and myself for Sunday rides in his 1932 Chevrolet. [...]

[...] This was the first incident of this type that happened to us — and we rarely ride with anyone else.

We ride them

[...] If you ride along with it you will be all right. [...]

[...] You will ride with these men if you are true to your own instincts.

[...] Betts took us for a ride Sunday in Sayre. [...]

[...] A possible distant connection: At the end of her second day of teaching Jane was given a ride home by a next-door neighbor who is also a teacher. [...]

(The Grumbacher data can also apply, in that Grumbacher is the manufacturer of some of the art supplies Jane picked up for class one day when being given a ride by Nancy Methinitus, whose name is also on the object. [...]

[...] They meet with a certain biological validity because of the selectivity earlier mentioned, whereby only one series of neurological pulses is accepted — and upon these rides the reality of the egotistical self. [...]

[...] At the same time, we take note of the latest efforts of biological researchers to explain how, millions of years ago, a primitive DNA molecule could begin to manufacture the protein upon which life “rides,” and thus get around the contradiction posed in Note 8: What made the protein that sustains the processes of life, before that life was present to make the protein? [...]

[...] Evolutionary theory maintains that such a source spontaneously came into being, riding upon various protein molecules (or certain other kinds of molecules) that had themselves chemically — and miraculously — evolved out of nonliving matter, then demonstrated the ability to duplicate themselves. [...]

[...] Some researchers think of proteinoids as the forerunners of the protein that life needs to ride upon, but for quite complex scientific reasons, proteinoids are far from being true biological proteins and do not lead to life. [...]

[...] Consciousness rides upon and within the pulses mentioned earlier, and forms its own organizations of identity. [...]

[...] “As the seed falls, blown by the wind in any environment, so there’s a seed of personality that rides on the wings of itself and falls into the worlds of many times and places. [...]

My heartiest good wishes, and I have enjoyed rides in your car.

[...] That sense of permanence rides upon endless changes — it is actually dependent upon those physical, spiritual, and psychic changes. [...]

[...] Then to my surprise I saw my father ride past me, past the corner, on a bicycle. [...]

We get on the bike and zoom through the countryside and while riding, I finally realize that this is a dream. [...]

[...] Later, in a break, I received several impressions of a past life of Mrs. Lowe’s. While a general discussion was going on, I “saw” her near a riding academy in fourteenth-century France; and then I saw her and Rev. Lowe as twins in Greece, when he was an orator and she a soldier. [...]

[...] (I was especially fascinated by horses, but have yet to ride one!) While a sophomore I wrote a novel that I typed on the same kind of yellow paper and bound into a book, I even tried—unsuccessfully—to sell it. [...]

[...] And riding her old-fashioned secondhand bicycle she also sold cutlery and household supplies door-to-door for two out-of-town manufacturers, and did well at those efforts, too! [...]

[...] I took the time to build a lower, very solid table whose top rides just above her knees as she sits in her office chair; she can operate her typewriter much more easily at that lower level. [...]