“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It will lead you into the use of the inner senses, away from the confining nature of pet phrases and familiar language that is already loaded with its own connotations.

Then, and only then, can you project this understanding or insight onto the word alphabet, and sense how the skin does have its own alphabet. [...]

[...] It is a good idea to write down a list of specific acts or incidents that fill you with a sense of guilt. [...]

(A note pertaining to the material given just before break: In Chapter Nineteen Seth deals with reincarnation in a general sense, but he’s said little in this book about his psychic “connections” with Jane and me. [...]

[...] Your ideas and experiences with space and matter, however, are determined by your own sense apparatus. [...] Sense data are served up, so to speak, more or less already packaged. [...]

[...] A feeling of self-approval is absolutely necessary for any true sense of well-being; it is not (underlined) virtuous in any way to put yourself down, or to punish yourself, because you do not feel you have lived up to your best behavior at any given time.

[...] She did not like to have her picture taken on the one hand because she feared disclosure, and on the other hand, because her sense of perfection was affected—particularly in later years by an imperfect image.

[...] Looking back, I’m sure that I sniffed danger as surely as any animal who senses something strange and new in his environment — or as any adult when threatened by a change in the status quo. [...]

[...] The senses are channels of projection by which ideas are projected outward to create the world of appearances.

[...] Hence his groping, his sense of alienation from nature, his search for a Cause or Creator of a creation he no longer recognized as his own.

Since all of this made such sense to him, he did not change it. [...]

[...] I want to organize this so it makes sense to you... [...]

[...] Even your remarks about a black-haired wife meant the image of a woman in her 20’s—the-younger-than-you obviously youthful, spontaneous and cute wife; not a 44-year-old woman with experience behind her, some sense, and who could stand on her own feet, but a much younger version, youthful enough to get into trouble, and to be humorously watched in that regard.

Your pussycat knew, or sensed, that I was here. You sensed it, hence the swelling of your hands, which is only a symptom of the workings of one particular inner sense. [...]

You may even smile at the child’s utter sense of desolation until he finally connects the motion of his own hand with the destruction of the paper cardboard house that is now gone, and in his eyes, gone beyond repair.

[...] Each participator sensed the chaos to which he had direct access. [...]

[...] At times this effect is quite pronounced, and I can easily sense the immediacy of Seth’s presence.

[...] You cannot trust your physical senses to give you a true picture of reality. [...]

[...] She “sensed a feeling of duplicity” in the beginning of the sessions. [...]

This allows children a sense of freedom, independence, and power as they see themselves acting forcibly in all kinds of situations. [...]

[...] This viewpoint will, I hope, provide another framework through which you can understand and study physical reality, your part in it, and sense the immense creative complexity that unites each individual with the source of consciousness itself.

It’s impossible, of course, for us not to have a sense of responsibility about the sessions. [...]

[...] I challenge you to use all of your abilities and all of your senses. [...]

[...] You can attain a true sense of identity. [...]

[...] In a large sense he begins to train himself to focus only upon what you would call physical reality, though he still partially perceives other fields that you do not accept.

(At last break I asked Jane if Seth could discuss two points: Who would be waiting for Father at his death?; and the situation surrounding a letter Jane recently received from a professor at Cornell, who works in remote sensing and asked Jane to deliver an ESP presentation to his graduate class.)

[...] This will lead up to the basic communication used by human personalities as you understand them, and point out these inner communications as existing independently of the physical senses (pause), which are merely physical extensions of inner perception.

[...] In this chapter I will invite the reader to use his inner senses, to see me in his own way. [...]

[...] There’s a sense of strain. [...]

[...] She added that she didn’t think she’d held anything back; but at the same time, she had sensed information we weren’t ready for yet — or that, to put it another way, lay in our future.)

[...] The whole affair has a sense of unreal immediacy, because there’s nothing to see, and because I don’t think most people really understand the probabilities involved. [...]

[...] The personality hangs on to his small indulgences, but good sense will rule the day.

[...] That sense of identity follows you in any and all realities. [...]

[...] In that sense, then, the creative processes involved with these two volumes were endless — at least until Jane and I called a halt to them for sheer physical reasons. [...]

[...] So, we say, each reader can make his or her own sense out of what the Seth material has to offer on such questions as the meaning of life, its depths and mysteries, its infinite possibilities.

[...] When Seth turns his attention to people, addressing them or answering questions, then I sense an almost multidimensional appreciation of their worth and individuality. [...]

[...] But maybe we’re just in the middle, sensing imperfectly the existence of other remote versions of ourselves that will appear in a ‘future’ too far ahead of us to know. [...]