“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Sweetly the pollen nourishes the universe

Sweet honey-voices sing lullabies and hosannas,

and open sweetly night and morning

How sweetly life bubbles

speeds a sweet swift message

sweet, glowing and mysterious

[...] “Oh, your singing is so clear and sweet!” her visiting nurse had exclaimed the other day, when my wife had begun to sing while the nurse was changing the dressings on her decubiti. [...]

While you were
sleeping,
all the cupboards
of the earth
were filled.
Mother Earth
sought out each
need.

While you were
weeping,
your tears fell
as sweet rain
drops on small
parched hills
that rise in worlds
you cannot see,
though you are known
there.

While you were
sleeping,
Mother Earth
filled all the
cupboards of your
flesh
to overflowing.
Not one atom went
uncomforted
in worlds that
are yours,
but beyond your
knowing.

[...] Seth’s closing reference to a “sweet creature” was a reference to our sweet cat, Willy, who midway in the session had hopped up on the couch and snuggled himself tight against my left side as I took notes.)

[...] I bid you a fond good evening—and to a sweet creature.

from the past’s sweet moments,

the sweet smell of earth

sipping sweet honeycombs

and a sweet response

smelling sweet buttercups

ancient sweet recipe.

jigsaws of light, sweet bombs

The child is a part of the loving universe, its name forever written there, where all personalities have their sweet freedom. [...]

[...] My voice may not be melodious but I am of a sweet disposition. [...]

There is a sweetness in the nature of your Dr. Rhine.

That sweetness allows for spontaneity, and explains why many of his cases succeeded. [...]

[...] He said that Dr. Rhine’s sweetness had led him into traps where his controls were not rigid enough during experiments, that his disposition was of the type that would not make him crack down. [...]

[...] Allow yourself at times to imagine, at least, an important portion of your own creative self as innocent, sweet (gesture), and natural as that young Butts boy relative (Steve). [...]

[...] Hidden within the sessions there is the splendid vitality of Father Trenton, his (Jane’s) mother, his neighbors and teachers — but beyond that the sessions connect and unite the annals of existence as he has experienced them, so that in speaking with my voice, and for me (quavering), he expresses the blessed vitality and acknowledgments of the universe, as even through the sessions the sweet universe acknowledges his own presence and being. [...]

I’ve done the best I could
with thy sweet heritage of blood,
one creature like all the rest
born from your power and benevolence,
graced to share in what you are
for your love’s multiplication
knows no prejudice,
so let me humbly state my thanks

The need is a sexual one—your sweet tooth—for your sexual feelings have been rearoused by your intimate encounters with Ruburt, even while neither of you thus far have even been willing to devote time to sexual gratification in the deepest terms.

[...] Usually the answer, in the vernacular, is short and sweet, as they say: The hell with it. [...]

[...] The strawberry cake was impossibly rich and sweet, though.

I do it for several reasons because that is the way I am, in the guise that I choose to use in my communication and also to get everyone over the idea that so-called spirits must be sweet-faced, quiet, sober and dignified. [...]

[...] The personality has a great humility and a true sweetness. [...]