“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

There are several points I would like to make concerning psychological identity. For the sake of analogy only now, imagine your present self at the center of a circle of endless spirals. You are yourself, and yet one of the spirals that form the circle. You are a vortex for the circle. You do not have to contact it nor its other spirals, in that you already belong to it.

[...] Here we simply have spirals, so to speak, of evermoving actions that compose the whole self. But portions of these spirals coincide, and in this analogy the spirals of action not only have those dimensions which you understand, but other dimensions with which you are not yet familiar.

The undifferentiated layers move out like spirals then, through all reality. [...]

[...] She had an image of spirals, for instance, all interlocked without being regular, that concerned the material on paintings and time, but she couldn’t get it clearly nor even describe it adequately. [...]

In one way you are the steps leading up to yourself, or the spirals leading in to yourself. The painting spirals outward from your inner reality, and it brings forth energy and previous connections and interpretations. [...]

[...] (Long pause) They seem to lead into your past, but these lifelines are spirals, and only the limitations of physical perception lead you to think of them in that manner.

[...] This action-event will then affect all other events, spiral inward and outward in all possible dimensions, and may be perceived in these dimensions in quite a different form from its original nature. [...]

[...] These moment points are like spirals however, and journeying through them these other portions of the self will come in contact with both future and past actions, that have occurred, or will occur, according to the viewpoint of the ego.

[...] The visitor’s pass contains a number code referring to Miss Bunn’s hospital record, Lorraine tells us; and the pass is like a page from a book, in that such passes are kept in spiral books at the hospital.

[...] They are composed of ever-spiralling states of existence in which different kinds of consciousnesses meet and communicate. [...]

[...] “Then I went up like in a spiral through that room upstairs with all that music and energy, and shot out above it. [...]

[...] Robby, I’ve got the image of something that looks like a spiral, the speed of light. [...]

[...] The true dimensions of a divine creativity would be unendurable for any one consciousness of whatever import, and so that splendor is infinitely dimensionalized (most intensely throughout), worlds spiraling outward with each ‘moment’ of a cosmic breath; with the separation of worlds a necessity; and with individual and mass comprehension always growing at such a rate that All That Is multiplies itself at microseconds, building both pasts and futures and other time scales you do not recognize. [...]

[...] The quadrants involved turn into a spiral, turn the zero inside out. [...]

[...] The true dimensions of a divine creativity would be unendurable for any one consciousness of whatever import, and so that splendor is infinitely dimensionalized (most intensely throughout), worlds spiraling outward with each ‘moment’ of a cosmic breath; with the separation of worlds a necessity, and with individual and mass comprehension always growing at such a rate that All That Is multiplies itself at microseconds, building both pasts and futures and other time scales you do not recognize. [...]

[...] I saw the universe… or whole reality, an infinity of spirals and stars, in depth somehow. [...]

[...] I saw the universe or whole reality, an infinity of spirals and stars, in multi-dimensional depth. [...]

[...] The undifferentiated areas move out like spirals, through all reality. [...]