“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Using another analogy, it is as if you joyfully leave the normal paraphernalia of usual life behind, and ride aboard your own greater psyche into vaster seas of experience.

[...] Even though her state of awareness was still growing, Jane decided that she wanted to ride downtown with me after we’d finished eating; I planned to pick up one of our typewriters at a repair shop, then buy some groceries. [...]

(Jane was still deeply within her great experience during our ride back to the apartment house. [...]

[...] While artists all use the same “material” — the human experience — it is still the brilliant uniqueness or individuality pointing out and riding upon that shared human performance that makes a work “great.” [...]

[...] Physically speaking, there are chemical interactions when thought occurs, and memories ride on the chemicals’ smooth flow. [...]

[...] Your intellect as you think of it operates so clearly and precisely, so logically (with amusement), sometimes so arrogantly, because the intellect rides that great thrust of codified, “ancient,” “unconscious” power—the power of instant knowing that is a characteristic of the body consciousness (all very intently).

Creativity rides the tides of love. [...]

[...] An example: once he found it thrilling to ride in an automobile at fast speeds. [...]

[...] Yet within your physical field, and with physical time, you ride the waves of these pulsations, so to speak.

[...] Sundays, if you do not go to your mother’s, then the two of you should at least for an hour or so also leave the apartment, if only for a walk or ride. [...]

“This is almost always an exhilarating experience, like riding some perfect gigantic ninth wave of energy, knowing exactly how and when to ‘jump in’, and feeling absolutely safe and supported even when embarked upon such a strange psychological flight. [...]

Certain numbers carry a greater burden than others, and other numbers ride upon their back. [...]

[...] Language is meaningful only because of the rhythm of the silence upon which it rides.

(Actually, the session might better be called a Jane/Seth session, in that Jane’s own consciousness was often uppermost, riding upon Seth’s underlying and steadying influence. [...]

[...] But he himself has largely closed the door of comprehension, so that he only identifies with what he thinks of as his rational mind, and tries to forget as best he can those spontaneous processes upon which the mind rides so triumphantly.

(To Carl:) You must learn to reflect upon your own emotional states, to ride the emotions like a rider upon a horse rather than the other way around—and to show gentleness, to reflect more upon your own attitudes. [...]

[...] However, the particular selectivity of your kind of consciousness rides over lapses that you do not recognize. [...]

(“It should go without saying that impulses are the basis upon which life rides —and that they represent the overall motivating life force.”

Riding the creative energies in that manner, you see, would allow him to recognize his own rhythm, flow and ebb. [...]

I will ride my good fortune tonight by telling you that such actions do not help either of you at all, and that they are not realistic or objective attitudes, though you may believe that they are. [...]

[...] In this case, whether the hallucination ends with him riding the animal, making friends with it, domesticating it, killing it or being killed by it, each alternative… (Jane coughed, then paused and took a sip of beer) is carefully weighed, and the results will have much to do with his future development.