“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It became his version of the soul, and there seemed to be a duality—a self who acted in the physical universe, and a separate spiritlike soul that acted in an immaterial world.

[...] These various stages all represent different attributes and directions inherent within your own soul; clues and hints of them, shadows and reflections appear even in the consciousness that you know. [...]

[...] These great interactions are only a part of the framework of your soul. [...]

[...] Seth’s own book, Seth Speaks: The Eternal Validity of the Soul, will be presented using the session format, however, so that the entire flavor of the sessions can be appreciated.

[...] It is not simply that man has a soul that is somehow blessed while the rest of him is not, but that in those terms everything [he knows], regardless of size or degree, is made of “soul stuff.” [...]

He felt that the soul chooses states of emotion as you would choose, say, a state to live in. [...] These natural features would appear as the ordinary temperaments and inclinations of the soul.

[...] But now I can return to my longer project — the 40 line drawings for Jane’s book of poetry, Dialogues of the Soul and Mortal Self in Time. [...]

[...] “I was getting just now,” Jane said at 8:58, “that James called his melancholy ‘a cast of soul.’” Her eyes were closed. [...]

[...] The words struck at my soul. [...]

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[...] I still had only that one great line she’s interpreted for me in English: “Let my soul find shelter elsewhere.”

[...] Many schools of thought (long pause) seem to have the curious ideas that the ego is inferior to other portions of the self, or “selfish,” and imagine it to be definitely of a lower quality than the inner self, or the soul.

This is the title for our book (Smile:)Seth Speaks: (colon) the Eternal Validity of the Soul. I am using the term soul, for it will have instant meaning to most readers. [...]

[...] At least it held out an afterlife, a hope of salvation, and preserved — sometimes despite itself — the tradition of the heroic soul. [...]

The most private agonies of the soul were assigned a more or less common source in man’s primitive “unconscious” drives. [...]

[...] He was a very likable chap, and under the circumstances I did not mind when he seemed to expect a battle for his soul. [...]

A friend and I, with some others, staged the ceremony, and from opposite clouds in the sky Allah and I shouted out our claims upon his soul — while he, poor man, cowered on the ground between us. [...]

“Let my soul find shelter elsewhere,” Jane said, by way of a quick translation when I played the tape for her a few minutes later. [...] I also knew that my wife feared the effect of the message upon me—for what could the phrase she’d already given me mean, except that her soul had at least considered the possibility of leaving her physical body, perhaps to find shelter in a nonphysical realm? [...]

“Let my soul find shelter elsewhere.”

[...] The cowering soul is, indeed, the soul who believes himself a physical being. [...]

(Long pause at 9:50.) A death is but one night to the soul. [...]

The soul is not only dressed in chemical clothes, but wears the apparel woven from all of the elements of the earth. [...]

(11:44.) The features in a portrait are painted on canvas or board, but your soul is not painted on your body. [...]

New sentence: In your historical past, when man identified his identity with the soul, he actually gave himself greater leeway in terms of psychological mobility, but eventually the concept of the soul as held resulted in a distrust of the intellect. [...]

[...] It is futile to question: “What is the difference between my psyche and my soul, my entity and my greater being?” for all of these are terms used in an effort to express the greater portions of your own experience that you sense within yourself. [...]

[...] Jane was really charged up from the day’s events: She’d received the first six copies of her poetry book Dialogues of the Soul and Mortal Self in Time, which was just off the press at Prentice-Hall, and during break we discussed that book.

[...] Life is seen as “a valley of tears” — almost as a low-grade infection from which the soul can be cured only by death.

If on the other hand you carry the idea too far — that illness can also be a learning process — then you can fall into the other extreme, glorifying sickness or disease as a necessary ennobling experience in which the body is purged so that the soul can be saved.

[...] You cannot condemn the body without ultimately condemning the soul. You cannot condemn the soul without ultimately condemning the body.