“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

A man or woman might [be] while dreaming suddenly in strange territory, looking at the sky from a different viewpoint, with, say, a familiar river nowhere in sight, and with a mountain where ordinarily a plain might be. [...]

[...] It is virgin territory, planted by my feelings and thoughts in the present. [...]

[...] You will be in familiar territory.

Any chance whatsoever covers much territory, young man. [...]

[...] At supper time he’d actually seemed to feel that the inside of the house was forbidden territory, and had refused to come in. [...]

Therefore, these wires, continuing our analogy, will grow thick or thin, or change color completely, like some chameleon-like animal constantly camouflaging its true appearance by taking on the outward manifestations of each neighboring forest territory. [...]

What happens is this: When the ‘flying saucer’ starts out toward its destination, the atoms and molecules that compose it (and which are themselves formed by vitality) are more or less aligned according to the pattern inflicted upon it by its own territory. [...]

When you view the animal kingdom, you also do so through your specialized sexual beliefs, studying the behavior of the male and female, looking for patterns of aggressiveness, territorial jealousy, passivity, mothering instincts, or whatever. [...]

[...] The weather faithfully reflects the feelings of the individuals in any given local territory. [...]

[...] Their main thrust is in what you can call the vaster dimension of dreams, the unknown territory of inner reality. [...]

[...] I innocently said a break, meaning a Seth break, which means that I was not stepping in on our friend’s territory, which is simply an “in” joke around here. [...]

[...] However, this virgin territory is the heritage of each individual, and no domain is quite like any other. [...]

[...] They had decided to face any great crisis together in their own territory.

[...] Therefore these wires, if we may use a small analogy, will grow thick or thin, or change color completely, like some chameleon-like animal constantly camouflaging its true appearance by taking on the outward manifestations of each neighboring forest territory. [...]

[...] When the flying saucer as you prefer to call it starts out toward its destination, the atoms and molecules that structurally compose it, and which are themselves formed by vitality, are more or less aligned according to the pattern inflicted upon it in its own territory. [...]

[...] It very willingly looks inward toward those areas of the inner self’s experience to see what it can find for its own use, quite like an explorer searching for resources in virgin territory.

[...] This is a gradual process that gently leads the ego into largely unfamiliar territory and at the same time encourages flexibility of consciousness.

[...] Now here he was, telling us how to travel through a territory more naturally his, I thought, than ours.

The child first explores the components of its psychological environment, the inside stuff of subjective knowledge, and claims that inner territory, but the child does not identify its basic being with either its feelings or its thoughts. [...]

Again, it goes without saying that I am not physically traveling through like a man on horseback through foreign territory. [...]

[...] One way of doing this would be to take several steps away from the language that you know to get into somewhat unfamiliar territory and to learn your way there, and then to be taken further down the primrose path where little by little the vowels and syllables themselves would disappear until you are at the pure sound and beneath that with true feeling. [...]

[...] I see it as harking back to the poet’s original role; to explore the reaches of his or her private psyche, pushing against usual psychological boundaries until they give, opening up a new mystical territory — the psyche of the people, of the species itself — perceiving a spectacular vision of inner reality that the poet then communicates to the people, translating that vision through words, rhythm, or songs.

[...] I am not feminine, mystical, wild, given to fancies that will take you far from the world you know into unknown territory. [...]