“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

By recognizing these differences and honestly following the feelings through — in other words, by riding the emotions — you will be led to the beliefs behind them. [...]

[...] She says: “You really took me for a ride.” [...]

Your dream³ fits in here in its own fashion, for you see that the ship of life, so to speak, rides very swiftly and beautifully also beneath the conscious surface, traveling through the waters of the psyche…. [...]

[...] You pick up each other’s negative moods, however, so you ride emotional storms. [...]

[...] Other life memories are carried along, so to speak, beneath those other pulses — never, in certain terms, coming to rest so that they can be examined, but forming, say, the undercurrents upon which the memories of your current life ride.

There is a conversation concerning a schedule, and an automobile ride. [...]

He was offered a ride home and cashed his check. [...]

[...] He can ride it like the crest of a wave.

[...] Finally Bill and Peg took Rob and me for a ride in the cold night air, to snap me out of it.

[...] It was dark of course, but I saw very clearly the figure of a blonde young woman in riding clothes, facing to my left. [...]

[...] So smoothly and effortlessly do you ride that thrust of life’s energy that you are sometimes scarcely aware of it. [...]

Now driving, riding, is beneficial, for it artificially allows the eyes horizons of distance, and large areas of focus. [...]

[...] The power of those communications rides upon the same kind of symbolism as dream images, in which each image is actually tightly organized.

[...] Yet underneath, the books ride securely upon rhythms that reflect the psyche’s deep resources.

Also a cab ride. [...]

And as autumns fierce / moods have their /
reasons—in nature’s / deeper sanity / so must…/
my undeviating / direction— /
Though my thoughts’ leaves singly / seem separate /
they ride in one elemental / force / carried weightless— /
Then with them let me / be so supported /
though my tumultuous journeys carry me, / like them, /
above stormy treetops. [...]

You ride yourself too hard in that respect. [...]

[...] Yet the sounds upon which those words ride are far more sophisticated than the language of which you are all so proud. [...]

[...] My consciousness seemed to be riding on top of his [Seth’s] in a funny way.”

[...] You have a gift for bringing out the spontaneity from others, for calling from them qualities of giving and letting go, and in so doing you ride the spontaneity of others also—you can go along with it. [...]