“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I’d put rock salt on it last night and this morning.

The frog, the star, the rock.

(Loud rock music was playing in the apartments above and below us as we sat for the session in our living room. [...]

[...] Culture is as real and natural as trees and rocks, so see the various cultures of these three groups as natural environments of the different places or countries; and imagine, then, each group exploring the unique environment of the land into which they have journeyed. [...]

[...] Movement can be best portrayed also with transparents, and even for rocks. While opaques may be used to suggest physical heaviness, transparents should be used also to show that in actuality rocks are as light as air, and to hint at the ever-mobile energy that forms them.

[...] The watch itself might change shape, or turn heavy as a rock, or as light as a gas, so that you could not read the time at all. [...]

[...] The rocks cannot speak words that you hear, and you do not listen when your cells speak to you, and so I speak humbly for them, and translate for you the archaeology of your own being.

(With a smile:) “Your particular conscious and subconscious viewpoints are fluent enough so that they do not hamper the basic material, or cover it with the rock of dogmatism so that it becomes impossible to find … Actually, what I needed were personalities who were not fanatics along any line — including scientific fanatics who would object as forcibly to the reincarnational data as religious fanatics would object to some of the other material.

[...] Sometimes we play rock ‘n’ roll music, for instance, while I read a poem—and this I would consider prayer.

[...] In the beginning, I’d jokingly introduced the minister as a rock drummer, to put both him and the class at ease. [...]

[...] I will have to learn to be a reverend rock drummer, and I will keep the beat with you.” [...]

[...] You yelled out to tell them that they trespassed, and tripped on a rock. [...]

[...] 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. [...]

[...] The land was very rocky, and they just would build a house on a slab of rock, and it was always damp. [...]

[...] Physical reality is a rock to which the ego must cling, and from which it achieves its power, energy, position, and reason for existence.

The large objects in the foreground did refer to the rock ledge, or the ledge of rocks in front of the house.

[...] A rock in a stream will divide the water so that it must flow around the impediment. Your emotions are quite as real as rocks. [...]

[...] When you weren’t looking he was apt to hit you over the head with a rock for something you had said ten years ago, and completely forgotten. Not really a rock, but you get the idea. [...]

Your flesh springs about you in response to these inner chords of your being, and the trees, rocks, seas and mountains spring up as the body of the earth from the deep inner chords within the atoms and molecules, which are also living. [...]

Trees and rocks possess their own consciousness, and also share a gestalt consciousness, even as the living portions of your body. [...]

[...] Her abdomen still feels rock hard, though.

(“What was the image our friend Bill Macdonnel saw in the rocking chair, in his bedroom in Niagara Falls, in December of 1961?”)

Before this he did not dare rock the boat, to his way of thinking. [...]

[...] They wondered where their thoughts went after they had them, and they imagined that in one way or another those thoughts turned into the birds and rocks, the animals and trees that were themselves ever-changing.

[...] There were writings on rocks, however, as the old messages were once again put into written symbols. [...]

[...] Your rocks, Joseph, I will call vegetative. Rocks are far from lifeless. [...]

[...] To me, you see, there is no unlife, as you usually consider rocks and pebbles. [...]