“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] So, ideally speaking, the history of your species can be discovered quite clearly within the psyche; and true archaeological events are found not only by uncovering rocks and relics, but by bringing to light, so to speak, the memories that dwell within the psyche.

[...] Watching the turmoil on television today, just one spark could have set off an explosion that would rock this country, just one Negro had been pushed around too much by a white policeman. [...]

—as a rock bottom answer, that both of you can use to escape doing what you do not want to do. [...]

One or two societies had microfilm, but microfilm needs another technological society for its interpretation, where scrawls upon a rock endure physically, to be interpreted by any onlooker.

(“I feel like I’m rocking back and forth like mad. [...]

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

[...] Once again she began dictating while sitting in the rocking chair opposite my table. [...]

[...] It is a rock-bottom portion of the self, a Taurus characteristic (Jane is a Taurus). [...]

[...] Now seldom do we go in or out of the driveway without glancing at the group of rocks I placed upon his grave.

[...] The rocks and stones and mountains and earth are living camouflage, interlocking psychic webs formed by minute consciousnesses that you cannot perceive as such. [...]

(Jane now took a very long pause, rocking quietly with her eyes closed.)

[...] Her eyes remained closed as she gently rocked back and forth. [...]

[...] Nothing exists — neither rock, mineral, plant, animal, or air — that is not filled with consciousness of its own kind. [...]

[...] Right now I’m really blue, my eyes operating poorly; tears warmly close; yet enjoying the dark sky and street as rain threatens… the view of the mountains afforded by the windows; the rock music on the radio; the odd remaining odor of door varnish—deeply loving all of it yet swept through with something like nostalgia. [...]

[...] He took the part of a tree, a brook, a rock. [...]

[...] While sitting in the usual rocking chair she uses during sessions, Jane said that at times she felt as though she were outside the house, enjoying the spring air, grass, flowers, etc. [...]

[...] The balance of nature upon your planet is no chance occurrence, but the result of constant, instant computations on the part of each most minute consciousness, whether it forms part of a rock, a person, an animal, a plant. [...]

[...] She put her feet up on the register, and rocked back and forth lightly as she dictated. [...]

[...] As usual she sat in the rocking chair, across from my table. [...]

[...] A small shack by the water, with some red on it, by some rocks, where the Jesuit (Bill Gallagher) goes underwater. [...]