“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] As far as the teeth are concerned, you are, as you said, surrounded by a sea of beliefs, so that the teeth are considered not long-lasting. [...]

by the sea.

[...] You must come up and see the sea. [...]

[...] The scene on the front of the postcard consists almost entirely of oval components in the abstract: The sea spray, the clouds, even the rocks in the foreground. [...]

[...] To some extent it is like a sea in which you have your present being. [...]

[...] The sea is especially healing. [...]

[...] “Once” the gods walked the earth, and waged battles in the skies and seas. [...]

[...] Then in a creativity that came from the painting itself the colors would grow rich, the species attain their delineations, the winds blow and the seas move with the tides.

[...] We got high on the high seas, sniffing oregano. [...]

[...] Using another analogy, it is as if you joyfully leave the normal paraphernalia of usual life behind, and ride aboard your own greater psyche into vaster seas of experience.

[...] Their products are the seas upon which you sail your ships, the skies through which your airplanes fly, the land upon which your cities sprawl, and the very reality that makes your culture, or any culture, possible.

[...] In the episode of interest here, I saw myself back in the first century A.D.: I was an officer of rather high rank in a Roman legion, and I was aboard a small galley in the Mediterranean Sea. [...]

[...] I knew that I’d been deliberately thrown into the sea. [...]

[...] The growth of feelings, sensations, I am-ness, concepts and beliefs was paralleled by the resulting exterior manifestations of animal species, and mineral and vegetable emergences; with these came the growth of complementary neurological structures, and the precise physical formations, such as mountains, valleys, seas, and so forth needed to sustain them.

[...] And I know that in the Puerto Rico trench in the Atlantic Ocean, life in the sea at more than 8,000 feet down goes on just as it has for many millennia. It’s been like that for all of the sea creatures and the flora of the oceans. [...]

[...] The same heat that made me groan with dismay turned Rob into some version of a south-sea island native. [...]

(“Do you want to deal now with the question about the Dead Sea Scrolls and Yahoshua?” This was in reference to a letter Jane had received on April 12, having to do with Seth’s third-Christ data in The Seth Material.)

Beaches sparkle under stars.
They’ll be there for a million years.
Seas leap up in endless waves,
But we live far briefer lives.

[...] You have felt for a long time that you were between the devil and the deep blue sea. [...]

[...] 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. [...]

[...] These groups represent (long pause) the beginnings of new journeys quite as important to the species as any sea voyage ever was as man searched for new lands.

High risk sports would not be allowed—excursions across the seas undertaken with “inadequate” provisions, or with rafts. [...]