“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

By such a belief you so attract probabilities that you actually miss the threats that appear at one level of reality. In so doing you not only help yourself but others as well, for they perceive your safety, and look for the reasons. The sea is dangerous if you are in the middle of the ocean without a boat. If you are on a fine liner, however, with all conveniences, then the ocean becomes an enjoyable adventure.

Traveling from one shore of it to another becomes a vast learning adventure, in which both sea and sky are observed in all of their moods and nuances while you are safely ensconced all of the while. You would not help anyone by jumping off of the liner to see whether or not the ocean was in fact dangerous without a boat. Instead you would show others how to board such craft.

A battle fought originally by the sea. [...]

(“Numerous battles by the sea.”)

[...] This statue, with the row houses to the left and the street light: Following around the curve to the left you run into a better sectioned area, up a hill on a broad street now, then the street curves again to the left, and beneath it are rocks, that is, a rocky ledge down to the sea, I believe. [...]

[...] You perceive portions of the endless sea of molecular constructions. You form portions into separate objects that are actually no more separate or different from the whole sea than is one burst of seaspray from another. That is, one burst of sea spray, while separate for a moment, is like all other sea spray in its basic components and construction.

[...] Shortly after he baptized Jesus, John was imprisoned by Herod Antipas in the fortress Machaerus, near the Dead Sea.

[...] The interpretation of scanty records, including the Dead Sea Scrolls, has given rise to debate, but it appears he was either Menahem ben Judah, who was killed in A.D. 66 in Jerusalem, or a nephew, who survived and succeeded him.)

[...] She hadn’t read anything about the Dead Sea Scrolls, for instance, although I’d explained a little about them to her at various times. [...]

[...] As for example a sea captain might use the rhythm of the waves for his journeys. [...]

(Concerning symbols… In 1947 scholars began acquiring the seven now famous Dead Sea Scrolls. They had been found in a cave situated above the usually dry Qumran wadi, or riverbed, which leads to the Dead Sea a mile or so away. [...]

You would call whole pages of the [Dead Sea] Scrolls tremendous put-ons, since whole pages, in literal terms, are not true. [...]

[...] Love of music at first—the result of long days at sea. [...]

[...] Love of music at first—the result of long days at sea.

[...] They merge into a powerful sea of being when left alone. [...]

A battle fought originally by the sea. [...]

[...] Later Jane was to say she was seeing this within, while yet being aware of still sitting in her chair.) Then the street curves again to the left, and beneath it are rocks—that is, a rocky ledge down to the sea, I believe.

(“The mountains have fallen fathoms into the sea, and still I am I,” wrote Jane in a poem when she’d been quite young.

(Jane has been having trouble with the new teeth, so I put Sea Bond adhesive on them before she ate lunch, and this helped somewhat. [...]

[...] As there are different continents, islands, mountains, seas, and peninsulas, so the psyche takes various shapes. [...]

[...] But she said no, that there seemed to be “glue” on the new Sea Bond insert I’d applied to her lower teeth during break, so that she could eat supper in comfort. [...]

[...] We learned what spices would do way before the present generation got hung up on grass, and we sniffed oregano on the high seas, and we got high on the high seas sniffing oregano. [...]

[...] The village was right by the sea. [...]

[...] 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 Monchuco were here and worshipped a half- bull, half-woman deity and the bull was a black one and sacrifices were thrown into the sea. [...]

The Monchuco were here and worshiped a half bull, half woman deity and the bull was a black one and sacrifices were thrown into the sea. [...]

(4:48.) Remind Ruburt — in the meantime — that he is indeed a beloved daughter of the universe, and that his parents are as much the sea and sky as his physical parents. [...]

[...] The ego prefers to consider itself the captain at the helm, so to speak, since it is the ego who most directly deals with the sometimes tumultuous seas of physical reality, and it does not want to be distracted from this task.