“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Next time I shall be a willowy spiritual young woman, treading very softly, and I shall sing the Ave Maria as the glorious sun sinks in the west...and I shall tippy-toe to your window. [...]

[...] For me, those migrations have become portents of the seasons and of the earth itself as it swings around “our” sun in great rhythms. [...]

The skin of the apple must also give the feeling that it is more than an enclosure, for through it energy from the sun also comes. [...]

Now I bid you all a fond good evening and I am smiling the best smile that I can make these features smile and if that will not do for you, you will have to wait until the sun rises in the morning. [...]

[...] If the leaf were not vulnerable to the sun, it would not bloom. [...]

[...] And what makes the world go round, and why is it that this darkness in which I am enclosed will soon open, and I can shoot like a rocket toward the sun?” But they know their acquiescence and their affirmation, and so listen to your own for it speaks in a silent voice, and yet it speaks in terms of energy that only here is translated into sound. [...]

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[...] Some connection with a porch here (I don’t know if Jerry has one); ground floor—some room off a porch, or off the driveway she thinks he should sleep in (tore front porch off this house—enclosed as sun porch. [...]

[...] In your world light comes from the sun. [...]

You may, but the point is, you must know that the tree in the forest survives, and it reaches toward the sun. [...]

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[...] I recall this easily enough because I had to wait until the sun was in the correct position to give a good contrasting result in the black and white photo that I wanted to use for reference.

Beneath this layer, in a third subconscious level, still dealing with the present personality, lie those possibilities of development which have lain barren and were not sufficiently strong to send up seeds to bloom in the sun of conscious ego.

[...] Man’s desire to journey into other worlds is in its way as natural as the plant’s urge to turn its leaves toward the sun.

[...] The sun shines, the writer writes, the artist paints, the thinker thinks, the dreamer dreams, and each of you, whether you know it or not, naturally follow your own natures. [...]

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[...] A fine fog encircles you, though it does not prevent the sun from shining directly down. [...]

[...] As the animal must play, mate, hunt his prey or eat his berries within the physical context of sun, ground, trees, snow, hail and wind, so in a different way man must pursue his ideas by clothing them in the elemental realities of earth, by perceiving them as events.

[...] His work received favorable reviews in both the Buffalo Evening News by Trevor Thomas [well-known English art critic], and in the Buffalo Sun Bulletin by Larry Griffis.