“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(We had spent the earlier part of the evening trimming our Christmas tree. [...]

Ruburt’s enjoyment of the trees will lead you to an area of greater trees. [...]

[...] The physical properties of matter are not continuous, in that a particular given tree or rock is not at all the same tree or rock, physically, today that it was yesterday. [...]

An apple can be red, round, weigh so much, be good to eat, sit in a basket, but be natural on a tree. [...]

[...] When I speak of the behavior of your psyche, then, you may wonder: “How can my psyche exist in more than one time at once?” It can do this just as an apple can be found on a table or on the ground or on the tree.

“Even in the country, houses can have a closed quality if the mountains or trees press too tightly. [...]

[...] (The apartments are on the second floor.) Jane’s psychic identification with the leaves of the great oak tree, growing so close beside the second apartment’s kitchen windows, marked the beginning of a different kind of relaxation for her; the kitchen became her evocative “tree house.” Several years later, I asked her to write for this note her own account of the relaxation effects that grew out of the hours she spent in contemplation with that massive tree:

Of the tree bark and blossom.

[...] I had used Jane as a model, and in the painting she stood by a river, beneath trees; across the river could be glimpsed a village.)

[...] It did not spill out into the room and yet the trees can be imagined to grow taller, the background to add in distance and perspective, the water to flow; and yet there would be no impression made on the back of the painting.

[...] And they often referred to, say, the god in the tree, or the spirit in the flower. [...]

In those times men spoke and confided to the spirits of birds, trees, and spiders, knowing that in the interior reality beneath, the nature of these communications was known and understood. [...]

[...] Again if you will consider our maze of wires, I will ask you to imagine them filling up everything that is, with your plane and my plane like two small bird’s nests in the net-like fabric of some gigantic tree.

I suppose I should consider myself lucky that you don’t request a demonstration of the tree to grow up through your living room. [...]

Rob laughed, and said, “Seth, are plants and trees fragments?”

[...] You looked at each other and were about to speak, when a squirrel ran up a nearby tree.

I have an impression of a road or a tree; that is, of such parallel lines. [...]

The parallel lines and the tree did refer to the wooden boards of the wall, which are obviously parallel, each board being distinct and clear.

[...] To paraphrase: Using this sense, an observer standing on a typical street would feel the experience of being anything he chose within his field of notice: people, trees, insects, blades of grass. [...]

[...] The Christmas tree and all the decorations have been dismantled; the house is cleaned to some extent, and the copyedited version of Volume 2 of “Unknown” Reality has been returned to Prentice-Hall. [...]

(The service wasn’t as long as I’d thought it might be, though, and we were on our way to the cemetery shortly before noon, winding through the quiet tree-lined side streets. [...]

[...] He considered that he aged as a tree will age, but perversely he felt that others aged to spite him … From an early age, however, Jane drank in his feeling of completeness with nature, and it had much to do with her later development …

[...] I shall be tree and flower.

[...] I was standing before the open window, looking out at the pear tree, but it was the air itself that captured my attention. [...]

[...] The tree, I saw, was not only held up and supported by its roots deep in the earth, but by the air itself. [...]

[...] The sky and air moved constantly, perhaps like very heavy jellied water, with the trees stuck in like huge seaweed. [...]

[...] I see gnarled trees and large boulders. [...]

(“Sometime in the future, will you help us reconstruct a family tree of our incarnations?”)

Your flesh springs about you in response to these inner chords of your being, and the trees, rocks, seas and mountains spring up as the body of the earth from the deep inner chords within the atoms and molecules, which are also living. [...]

Trees and rocks possess their own consciousness, and also share a gestalt consciousness, even as the living portions of your body. [...]

Walking down the avenue, you expect the trees to stay in their places, and not transform themselves into buildings. [...]

[...] There are no trees. [...]

[...] When I woke up I made another little drawing: I showed my Roman-captain self still face down in the water, but entangled with the branches projecting from a waterlogged tree trunk — I’d been caught that way for a while, before a group of fishermen on a North American beach hauled body and tree ashore in their net. [...]