“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It is true that in this journey and on this search, discipline, some caution and understanding, and much courage, is demanded.

[...] In your search you must contact that whole portion of yourself toward which you are growing—toward which I hope you are growing. [...]

Value fulfillment always implies the search for excellence—not perfection, but excellence. [...]

[...] It is searching out different methods of experience and expansion. [...]

[...] I was going through a lot of soul searching and this has tapered off and yet her criticism hasn’t tapered off and I wondered if that is why I have been able to get into it a little more relaxed?”)

([Janice:] “Should we just forget the whole thing or should we search further?”)

As long as your theories are only concerned with your own camouflage universe, then of course you are limited by those ideas in your search for reality itself. [...]

[...] I began to ask questions aloud, at random, searching for a presence or a sign, but I did not direct them at Seth. [...]

The annoying or frightening symptoms began when Ruburt began his search for work, unknown to him consciously. [...]

[...] (As far as “time” goes, some particles live for far less than a trillionth of a second.) I’m quite sure, however, that the meson, or any short-lived particle, searches out its own kind of value fulfillment while here with us. [...]

Now: your visitor (Andrija Puharich) is a good man—a scientist and a child; an actor of a sort, searching for wonders. [...]

[...] You are searching for  (words lost) on the one hand, and running away on the other. [...]

[...] The self is not … (pause, eyes closed) … give us a moment; I am searching for a good analogy … the self is not like a clay figure coming from a potter’s oven, so that you can say: “Ah, here is a self, and nothing can be added to it.” [...]

[...] This puzzled Jerry, since she had thoroughly searched the garments before sending them out. [...]

[...] Rather, some “modern” physicists are searching for nonmaterial “particles” that certain theories (one of them having to do with “quarks,” for example) say should exist if the theories are valid. [...]

(Here Seth refers to Jane’s trip downtown to the records offices, in search of data on Frank Watts. [...]

This is indeed an example of an endeavor of the sort that is too often carried on, with energy expended in a search for a reality that is known by any nincompoop to exist.

On the night in question we went to a nightclub in search of a festive atmosphere. [...]

These previous cozy hopes of such acceptance were quite necessary to couch him as he went about his own searches, because he did not want to admit that he was, in a way, now, alone. [...]

[...] Jane sat in the doorway that opens from her writing room onto the screened-in back porch of the hill house, and watched the birds searching out the wet remnants of the feed I’d scattered in the driveway this morning. [...]