“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

You and Ruburt have had the feeling many times — but what we are trying to do is change over completely from one mode of operation to another, and to construct, say, new inner blocks of meaning that will give rise to the next era.

The sessions, like life itself, have been and are a gift, rising from the immense, never-ending creativity of existence.

As Seth said in the session for July 31, 1984, in The Way Toward Health, “The sessions, like life itself, have been and are a gift, rising from the immense, never-ending creativity of existence.”

[...] January 6, Wednesday, 11:30 AM: Achieved a light trance first, then felt as though my hands were crossed, but knew they weren’t. Extreme sensation of lightness and rising, as if from some pressure beneath me. [...]

[...] When the outer ego is narrow, and poorly represents these subdominant personalities then they rise up in arms, and when conditions are favorable attempt to express themselves through a momentary weakness on the part of the dominant ego. [...]

[...] Otherwise if the ego is pushed aside it will rise up in arms and in opposition, and can be highly dangerous.

[...] The folding here could give rise to the transparent, depth and dimension, and opening-up data, etc.

[...] The chocolate brown ink printed on the object is dark; perhaps this gave rise to the dark photo data.

(Pause.) Tell Ruburt that his spirits can indeed rise easily. [...]

[...] Those thoughts, as clearly as I can explain this, rise from inner components of which you are unaware.

[...] Jane said she had no particular feeling of entering a deeper state, but when I brought her out of it at the end of the session she had a very definite feeling of rising, of leaving it to return to full consciousness.

(As stated, this worked well, and as I counted Jane felt herself rising or lifting toward waking consciousness; the effect here was much more pronounced than when I had suggested she enter a deeper state, as described earlier. [...]

With Ruburt rising in the night, sometimes you vaguely worried whether or not he could navigate properly and sometimes when you are out of the house you also wonder: is he safe alone? [...]

I’ve always transferred my life to letters,
and one day it will reside
exclusively in written nouns and vowels,
clean paragraphs
distilled from mysterious life’s days.
Even before death’s event
I plan my mind’s resting place
as if there is a second life
in thought’s products that defies
the brain’s shorter span, and rises
sans blood, flesh, hand or eye,
self-contained, truly alive at last;
like some mental balloon
set on a safe course finally
through unexplored skies
when the hand that holds it
lets it go.

[...] Feel the kernel of your consciousness rise as one of your seeds, higher beyond the knowledge of seasons, beyond the feeling of your days or moments, beyond the relationships of blood, beyond all those kinships which you take for granted. [...]

[...] He tried to rise above the idea-systems of those times, yet even he had to use them, and so the connotations of sin and punishment distorted the message given.

[...] It is a creation of consciousness, rising into one unique kind of expression from that divine gestalt of being—and that divine gestalt of being is of such unimaginable dimensions that its entire reality cannot appear within any one of its own realities, its own worlds.

[...] Its sources rise from your own being and from the fountainhead of creativity that is within each of you, and the teacher is within each of you, and you are yourselves the teacher that you do not recognize. [...]

[...] As easily and miraculously as a flower grows, or as a hair grows out of your skull, or as a thought rises from your brain, that energy resides within you. [...]

(A group of us — Alex, Warren,² and others — had come over to Jane and Rob’s for a casual get-together, and also to talk about that week’s class, which seemed to be one of the “milestone” classes that happen occasionally.³ During the conversation, Alex said that the rise of literacy in the world would spread Seth’s ideas on a scale that had never previously been possible. [...]

Now, the session in the last class (see Note 3) was a combination of the most sophisticated and the most primitive, for the English words, in your terms, are understood by the proud intellect that rises above the shoulders so securely. [...]

[...] I felt as though I could rise up. [...]

[...] Once my hands and feet felt as though they would rise up. [...]

[...] A complex variety of feelings and emotions are involved—they rise and fall, but they do not begin and end in that particular regard.

[...] You use telepathy very well in discovering their feelings—you use your inner senses in perceiving their difficulties and intuitively you are aware of the problems and able to help them rise above them.

Magic is public
as the air,
so obvious
and clear that it appears
invisible.
And we look through it
at the world,
which rises up about us
everywhere.

[...] They need to rise up like new planets into your own consciousness, and you need to treat them gently and not give them labels or names. [...]

(I suppose that one can find all sorts of variations within counterpart situations, all sorts of reasons for such affiliations, so I can merely hint at a few here as they rise out of the class framework or orbit around it: