“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She left Jane a single red rose, and wrote a nice note. [...]

[...] Beside this, the sound of additional hammering inside the house rose up through our floor; but none of this lasted long or interfered with the session.)

[...] Part of the front lawn was rather steeply banked, part of the curving flagstone walk was stepped as it rose up to the porch. The house faced the south; before it in the valley lay Elmira itself; almost hidden by trees; beyond the city the hills rose in tiers. [...]

[...] But I am not retired (looking at Rose). [...]

(Jane’s voice rose again in hilarity.) A panic. [...] Roses and violets, I don’t know.

(Attending were Sally, Rose, Rachel, Amelia and Brad.)

[...] Now you follow them but you (Rose) will not remember; and you (Sally) follow them sometimes; and you (Rachel) follow them sometimes; and you (Amelia) are beginning to put one foot upon the path; and you (Brad) have not as yet allowed yourself to remember any of your dream encounters. [...]

[...] I said you either rose to the occasion or you didn’t. He agreed, and offered to help us in any way he could, which I told him I appreciated very much. [...]

[...] Jane’s voice rose urgently: “Slam on brakes, slam on brakes!” she yelled. [...]

[...] Her voice rose toward crying again but controlled this. [...]

[...] You would mix ground rose petals into the red pigment to be used for a painting of roses.

[...] (To Rose) The situation in your case will work out to your advantage. [...]

[...] It is a portion that can understand your (Theodore) being overwhelmed with work; it is a portion that can understand your being full with child (Sue); it is a portion that can understand the times when you wanted to leave physical reality (Ned); it is a portion that can understand the part of you (Sally) that wanted to be a star; it is a portion that can understand the part of you that wanted to conquer and is afraid to conquer (Brad); it is a portion that can understand the guilt you (Rose) feel for no reason. [...]

(Present: Sue and Ned Watkins, Theodore Muldoon [banker], Sally Benson [librarian], Brad Lanton [artist], Rose Cafford [older, grandmotherly], Lydia Dobbs [candy store owner], Vera Muldoon, Florence McIntyre [school teacher], Rachel Clayton [secretary].)

You (to Rose) are a young entity. [...]

[...] We sat quietly for a few minutes, then Jane rose and began to dictate. [...]

[...] On one side the hill dropped down to the highway; on the other side it rose at a steep slant. [...]

(To Rose C.) Now this friend would like some information, and she has wanted it for some time. [...]

(To Rose.) Our friend over here in the corner has healing abilities and you can direct them, mainly toward others, although you are quite capable of using them for your own benefit also when you do not brood. [...]

[...] As he reached 50, his beliefs about age rose to the forefront. [...]

[...] I’d thought I was doing fairly well there, but evidently Leonard represents a host of old fears that rose up en masse when triggered, and caught me unprepared. [...]

[...] I have had many lives, in your terms, yet in other terms I have not lived physically, but rather lent or loaned my energy to lives that rose from my reality but were not me. [...]

[...] They rose in this life at least in response to events that do not now exist. [...]

Now your remark, not verbatim, “Come on, Hon, get with it,” worked to some extent, for it roused his desire to give you a good day, not to spoil it, and his spirits rose to some degree. [...]

[...] The hidden and bedrock, latent, strong conscientious self then rose up and took over control, and would not give the spontaneous self then back any of the reins.