“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It was meant to serve as a map that would lead, not into another objectified universe per se, but into inner roads of consciousness. These inner roads or strands of consciousness bring elements into play so that it becomes possible to realize that the content of a given objectified universe may actually be perceived quite differently. [...]

[...] Quite without your conscious knowing — because your mind, connected with its brain, is not that developed — your imagination is set along certain roads.

[...] papers or a road map; I did not look at what I held. [...]

[...] They may feel the grass or sidewalk or the road, but the peculiar individual sensate life of the grass itself, or of the ant, escapes the feet, which are involved in their own reality and concerned with these other things only in their relationship to feethood.

(Last Thursday, 7/30, Jane and I were notified by the Veteran’s Administration that our application for a G.I. loan to purchase the Birch house was denied; the reason given was the steep dirt road leading up to the place.

You can follow any road that you choose, but until each individual realizes that he practically forms his own personal life, and has a part in the mass formation of reality that you know it, then there is much learning ahead for this is a lesson you are meant to learn within physical reality. [...]

[...] And I am not speaking to any of you in terms of self-sacrifice for there is no such thing, and there is no such road, and I do not advocate it. [...]

Dictation (quietly): To explore the unknown reality you must venture within your own psyche, travel inward through invisible roads as you journey outward on physical ones.

Now, you said that you would still like the answer given to you as to which road you would travel. [...]

(On Friday evening, September 5, we had as visitors Dick and Carol Crossed; Edward Gassner, 3664 Culver Road [14622], and Bernard Houlihan, 25 Ewer Avenue [14622]—all of Rochester, New York. [...]

For some time you had consciously considered various roads that you could take, but subconsciously you became more and more alarmed, and felt severely hampered in your progress.

You thought you hit something in the road, a stone perhaps, and Ruburt was insistent that he had seen a cat, and that the car had struck it. [...]

[...] These are also the roads Ruburt was afraid to go ahead in, and was holding back.

[...] Theoretically, your human consciousness can take many different roads while still maintaining its physical base. [...]

[...] When our touring car broke a rear axle on a remote dirt road in Montana, he fashioned a substitute in a blacksmith shop.

(10:03.) With most people (long pause), there is a kind of psychological paved road upon which impulses travel before they meet (pause) an intersection with the conscious mind, which then determines whether or not the impulse will be followed or acted upon. (Long pause.) In the kinds of cases we are discussing, however, instead of a paved road you have a dangerous, rocky field that might be filled with mines ready to explode at any time.

[...] I explained that I had such thoughts when we moved to Pinnacle Road, and could easily revive them and try a different kind of life.

[...] Now it stretched brightly behind him and also stretched out ahead — a road on which he always saw his own changing image.

[...] I had been doing some painting when once again I seemed to see my brother Loren, as a monk in a previous life, wearing his old red robe, fall face down with outstretched arms upon the same dusty red road upon which I had seen him before. [...]

“Our road map does not list a town called Decatur in either North or South Dakota, nor any town with that high a population in that area. [...]