“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Now, you squeeze the great fruit of your selfhood into a tiny uneasy pulp, unaware of the sweetness of its juices or the variety of its seasons. [...]

[...] Biologically and spiritually, new life relies upon these innumerable changes and transformations, deaths and births that occur naturally both in the seasons of the earth and those of the psyche.

[...] You will find yourself enjoying the Christmas season, even with your relatives, for you understand now that a basic reality is involved.

[...] The spring season should be a most productive one for us. [...]

The ordinary seasonal influx with chemical variations usual in her case, plus your mother’s phone call, the niece’s pregnancy, and with your help, brought upon the circumstances. [...]

Ruburt is over the seasonal problems, with which I was quite concerned. [...]

[...] Their vitality is influenced by the seasons, and runs in cycles of ten to fifteen days, followed by a more relaxed period. [...]

(Seth has discussed hay fever a few times; with these bits and pieces of information, plus knowledge of and use of suggestion, I managed to maintain myself in fairly good condition during last fall’s season; for me this is from mid-August to about the third week in September. [...]

[...] It surrounded our bedroom—but even as bleary as I often was, I became acutely aware of how that serenity could be jarringly compromised by the television set, showing programs that contained their own times of day and seasons.

It is partially due to characteristic seasonal variations on his part, and it is because this evening happens to represent the upward thrust of his abilities that I am taking advantage of the opportunity involved.

I am alive again,
remembering a thousand seasons,
arranging and rearranging
Aprils and Septembers
in my mind’s transparent vase
and placing it on the shelf
of my attention—
a miniature still life.

[...] The rhythmic, almost harsh sounds of the insects were strongly reminiscent of the long camping seasons my father had treated his family to many years ago. [...]

[...] It involves the rhythm of the seasons—the days and nights and tides and so forth. [...]

[...] (The deer went into hiding during the hunting seasons.)

Laurel sent a copy of her letter to Debbie Serra, who in this busy season included these passages in her e-mail reply of December 30, 2002: “...I also believe there are some people and perhaps animals more sensitive to the ‘old ways’ and beliefs in our communicative relationships with one another. [...]