“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] You can look through the face therefore, as an archaeologist would look through rock. [...]

[...] One’s own actions therefore seem to be as exteriorized, or apart from consciousness, as trees or rocks seem to be. [...]

[...] Those entities, in your terms so ancient, left fragments of themselves in trance (underlined), so to speak, that form the rocks and hills, the mountains, the air and the water, and all of the elements that exist on the face of the earth.

[...] In your terms, this means that the proportions of the three systems might vary, but they are always in operation, whether we are speaking of a man or a woman, a rock or a fly, a star or an atom. [...]

After the first bad bouts for example, when he improved enough to go up and down stairs without even limping, when he was agile enough at least to climb some rocks at the Glen (Enfield, near Ithaca, NY), to swim after being largely incapacitated, you both acted as if the improvements meant nothing, discounted them largely, and concentrated upon those symptoms that did indeed still remain.

[...] Thoughts are not given the same validity as rocks or trees or beer cans (two of which sat on the coffee table between us at the moment) or automobiles. [...]

[...] I know it is difficult to comprehend, but every object that you perceive — grass or rock or stone — even ocean waves or clouds — any physical phenomenon — has its own invisible consciousness, its own intent and emotional coloration. [...]

[...] Now the tenant in the apartment above our living room began to play rock music very loudly, but Jane seemed undisturbed as she talked to me. [...]

[...] Instead, the sentence would have read something like this: “Running over the rocks, my water self flows together with others in slippery union.” [...]

[...] Pretend then that you possessed within yourself the knowledge, the sight, of all the world’s masterpieces in sculpture and art, that they throbbed and pulsed as realities within you, but that you had no physical apparatus, no knowledge of how to achieve it; that there was neither rock, nor pigment, nor source of any of these, and you ached with the yearning to produce them—and this, on an infinitesimally small scale, will perhaps give you, as an artist, some idea of the agony and the impetus that was felt.

[...] The rock-music program was interrupted by an announcement having to do with the Indianapolis speed-car racing exhibition (the 57th Indianapolis 500-mile race). [...]

It is basically as meaningless in essence, to ask this kind of question as it would be to pause in the middle of a dream, and wonder when first the dream location was created: To stand facing a dream landscape and wonder at what point in time the rocks had their origin. [...]

He really feared that in actuality he needed gum surgery, and at rock bottom he feared that that was a reality—against which he must fight. [...]

Buildings appear to be made of rock or wood or steel. [...]

Now if you are going to understand human personality or deal with the psychology of being, then you must first of all examine your own being and you cannot examine it as you can a rock. [...]

[...] Objects, however, follow certain laws of a physical nature as you experience them, just as violets on the ground do not suddenly change into rocks.

[...] “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 so rocky … and they would build a house on a slab of rock, and it was always damp. [...]

(December 15, Tuesday, 11:30 AM: I experienced, internally, a lateral rocking sensation, and one also from head to foot.

You are filled with questions about when and where the various species appeared, and how the rocks were formed, when some reptiles grew wings, when some fish emerged from the oceans and learned to breathe air, and you are bound to wonder what happened in the times in between.

[...] Her eyes closed, she sat rocking back and forth with one foot upon the edge of the coffee table.)