“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Today is tomorrow, and present, past,
Nothing exists and everything will last.
There is no beginning, there was no end,
No depth to fall, no height to ascend.
There is only this moment, this flicker of light,
That illuminates nothing, but oh! so bright!
For we are the spark that flutters in space,
Consuming an eternity of a moment’s grace,
For today is tomorrow, and present, past.
Nothing exists, and everything will last.

[...] Children believe not only that there will be a tomorrow, and many tomorrows, but they also believe that each tomorrow will be rewarding and filled with discovery.

[...] We agreed on the location of the Crimson King red maple in the back yard; Frank is to plant it tomorrow afternoon, and bring the young fellow with him to mow the grass, which is some six inches high. [...]

[...] If he really trusted it this evening, he would simply have had a change of plan, and held our session tomorrow. But then he worried that perhaps he might not get all of the material tomorrow, so it is a matter of learning to trust yourself (with some gentle humor). [...]

(Jane became so relaxed as session time approached that she told me several times that she’d have to put off the session until tomorrow night. [...]

[...] Tomorrow morning Jane goes on the 100 mcg Synthroid dose for the first time, boosted from the 75 mcg. [...]

(Very slow now at 8:42.) There is no reason why you cannot tomorrow begin. [...]

[...] Read this session to begin tomorrow’s day. [...]

[...] Animals certainly do not worry about tomorrow’s weather conditions. (Long pause.) It may be true that animals do not need to know tomorrow’s weather, since they do not plant seeds or collect the harvest. [...]

[...] She said she’s going to start with Day One tomorrow, and take it from there, trusting the body, not dwelling upon the past, and leaving the future open. [...]

[...] She said she had, and gave me the infomation I needed to complete the note tomorrow morning. [...]

[...] The man there said he’d pull our file, go over it all, and call Andrew back tomorrow. [...]

Now: tomorrow I will continue with the new material I have been giving you, and elaborate on several points that I have only mentioned so far. [...]

[...] Today Dr. K called and we arranged that she stop at the house tomorrow before 2 PM. [...] [As I type this Wednesday morning, the finger looks even better.] We talked about using Dr. K’s visit tomorrow, and the improvement in the finger, as excuses to “squirm out of” Friday’s appointment with Dr. Sobel. [...]

It will be enough to reestablish the sessions, and Ruburt’s confidence this evening, continuing tomorrow if you prefer—but certainly not wasting any too much time. [...]

[...] As for direction, and the deep exploration of events, I will leave that for tomorrow evening as a starter, for obviously we cannot handle it all in an evening’s time at any rate. [...]

[...] I will have far more to say whenever you decide our next session should be—tomorrow evening or whenever, as you embark upon your new saga—and for now I bid you a fond good evening. [...]

He heard tomorrow’s weather report (yesterday), groaned, thought of a very uncomfortable 90-degree temperature tomorrow [and] imagined himself miserable with the heat. [...]

He continued, however, to remind himself that he was not going to worry about tomorrow today, regardless. [...]

fly into tomorrow’s skies,

Write notes up tomorrow on the gal with Hodgkin’s disease. [...]

[...] I want to emphasize that, without expecting her to jump out of bed tomorrow, or making any demands at all upon her. [...]

[...] I look forward tomorrow to new signs. [...]

[...] Tell him tomorrow morning I expect him to begin writing his book. [...]

[...] But I expect five pages tomorrow.

[...] However, we’ve learned by now to have the confidence that by tomorrow, say, the soreness in her shoulders and arms will have lessened, and that another part of the body will begin loosening itself.

[...] You are reaching tomorrow’s “authorities.”

[...] The apples did provide the painting connection with the girl, and the dream was very simple—a distorted view into tomorrow’s mirror. [...]

[...] Jane suggested I remind Seth to do so tomorrow.

[...] She can add information, if necessary, after reading this note, and I’ll incorporate it in tomorrow’s session. [...]

[...] You do not say “But will that be followed up tomorrow by work as good or better?” You do not say “That is fine, but most likely tomorrow you will ruin what you did today.” [...]

The idea of future lives brings into consideration certain emotions—man’s fear of the future, for he is often afraid of what tomorrow will bring. [...]

[...] Now tomorrow I should take the lawnmower in to get that put in shape, for the grass is turning green and soon will be growing. [...]

[...] So tomorrow I take the tape and recorder in to 330.

[...] Also, that I’d be going to the funeral tomorrow morning.

[...] I told John I expected to attend the service tomorrow at the funeral home, that I was willing to be an honorary pallbearer, providing the times worked out. [...]

[...] No hydro today or tomorrow. [...]

[...] I’ll use the pendulum again, but may ask Seth to comment tomorrow if it persists. [...]

What the body cannot stand today is the stress thrown upon it by the imagined stress or problems that it might be asked to face tomorrow, or next week, or 20 years from now. [...]