“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] “It’s pretty dumb, because I sure as hell don’t get any privacy this way,” she exclaimed — and I thought she was clearing a road, as Seth had suggested last session.

The free association is indeed then operating as it should, and that expression will clear the mental and emotional roads, so that Ruburt’s natural, innate high spirits can begin to show their faces again. [...]

[...] (Pause.) There are, as mentioned earlier, other roads that he could take. [...]

[...] (Pause.) A stretch of road leading to the city, on the outskirts... [...]

There seems to be a filling station and high grass by this stretch of road, with the city still ahead. [...]

It has to do with the mass beliefs that people chose at various times, and the different roads that were taken in your reality. Any road taken in your reality should — but does not — tell you one thing: By the very fact that you have chosen a particular road, you can be sure that other roads, entirely different, have also been taken.

[...] Frank Longwell’s father had just died, and she feared she might take the same road. [...]

[...] You have instead a conglomeration of severely conflicting beliefs, so that there is no clear single road to action.

You want to clear the road. [...]

[...] I see houses and a couple of shops, then a narrow cobbled walk raised up high—it was a partly dirt road built up of rocks and stones that ran around an inlet from the sea. But it was never flooded, the road kept the village dry. [...]

[...] The vision involved a man walking down a road.

(I saw the feet of a man walking along a flat dusty reddish road. [...]

[...] He picked up the road and the pyramid shapes. This led him to think of his old home, for in the afternoon the shadow of its roof threw a pyramid shadow form upon the road.

I have an impression of a road or a tree; that is, of such parallel lines. [...]

[...] The road is obvious.

[...] I saw a motorcycle on a wet road. [...] I said to Rob, “Motorcycles are dangerous on a wet road.”

[...] Then he proceeded to outline my dream precisely, ending up with the remark: “Motorcycles are dangerous on a wet road” — the exact words I had spoken in the dream.

[...] In both the dream and physical events, the road is wet from rain. [...]

[...] Wherever the car was, it was off the road and down a bank, with grass and brush or bushes. Jane said she doesn’t know what streets are like in the city [although she was in New York City last year with me]—if the road in the experience was a superhighway in the city, there was still the slope, not level, going down from the road.

[...] I gave up the lessons quickly though when I learned of her lack of depth perception— one night she drove off a curving road into a field

[...] The road ahead was lovely, colors bright and brilliant. [...]

[...] I saw a road with white guardposts and possible red lanterns. I saw this road as though I was traveling on it, heading straight ahead. [...] I saw houses on both sides of the road in the distance, like our nearby village of Chemung.

(The weather had warmed up to the point where we had rain instead of snow—about 30 degrees—but this threatened to create another problem—icy roads. [...] I checked the road half an hour later, and it seemed okay. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s ego would have avoided the questions and taken the easy road, and this easy road would not have developed the full potentials that were necessary if the personality were to use its creative and intuitional abilities in any important manner.

The ego would have chosen an easier road, through fiction. [...]

[...] (Pause.) R. B. And another, and the impression of a road or a path, or of lines suggesting a road or a path.

[...] The label bears parallel oval lines which can suggest a road or a path.

(“The ocean or bay was directly across the road.”)

[...] Now I believe our friends stay further up this same road for the night.

Remind yourself that the road between you now is clear and straight. [...]

[...] The rich green lawn sloped down to the great maple and the sumac trees lining the road. [...]

1. An obvious example here is the conversion of the Apostle Paul (Saul of Tarsus) on the road to Damascus around A.D. 36, a few years after the “death” of Jesus.

[...] First she received no answer when she asked if she had a clear road to using her abilities. [...] The pendulum said it could help her open a clear road to motion. [...]

[...] Very generally now, there are three main areas, though exceptions and extraordinary cases can take other roads.

[...] Intellectual and psychic obedience was much the safer road, and even the saints were slightly suspect. [...]

[...] Creativity was to follow certain definite roads, so the woman became the villain.