“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(At 11 p.m., as I was about to begin copying checks from Maude Cardwell, Frank Longwell visited, and we talked about how to fix the back yard when the trees are gone. [...]

(“I like the trees out there, on the property.”)

The trees are most beneficial. [...]

[...] There are connections in the same manner between you and your animals and the trees in your yard.

[...] I will not come loaded with lights like a Christmas tree, but you can never tell. [...]

[...] They wondered where their thoughts went after they had them, and they imagined that in one way or another those thoughts turned into the birds and rocks, the animals and trees that were themselves ever-changing.

[...] For you can consider the body of the earth and all that you know—the trees and the seasons and the sky—to some extent as your own contribution—the combination of spontaneity and discipline that gives fruit to the earth. [...]

“Or, I thought suddenly, it was like seeing a new corner of your own psyche, transformed into trees, grass, flowers, sky and fog…. [...]

Tree shapes and an arch. [...]

[...] Tree shapes and an arch. [...]

(Monday night, November 23, 12 PM: Upon retiring I experienced with good duration many sightings of painted trees, brush, etc. [...]

[...] First upon retiring I had a recurrence of seeing the painted trees, for some little time. [...]

You grow through my memory as a tree grows up through space, and my memory changes as you change. [...]

[...] In the meantime I’m going back to work on my impressionistic tree painting and the one of the dream man and boy in blue.)

To this extent we indulge in relaxation and sleep, for we can spend a century as a tree or as an uncomplicated life form in another reality. [...]

[...] He should think of other things, even he counts trees and looks about him. [...]

Ruburt instinctively likes your tree painting. [...]

[...] Because a tree branch falls, this does not mean that it was destined to fall in either the particular manner of its fall nor in the timing of the fall. [...]

[...] When an artist is painting a landscape, he might unconsciously compare hundreds of landscapes viewed in the past in multitudinous, seemingly forgotten hues that splashed upon the grass or trees, or as he seeks for a new creative combination. [...]

[...] Fruit trees have roots, but you assign no ground of being to this consciousness.

[...] A tree is conscious of itself as a tree. [...]

I become impatient, though I shouldn’t, with this continued implied insistence that evolution involves merely the human species — or, rather, that all evolution must be considered some gigantic tree with humanity as the supreme blossom.

[...] A tall tree, exceptionally tall, I believe. [...]

(“A tall tree, exceptionally tall, I believe.” [...]

[...] 6/28, 9:30 PM: Many instances of drumbeats and music, and miscellaneous vague scenes, very quick, of people and portions of trees and countryside, none of it familiar to me. Usually the flashing pictures would emphasize one small portion before my eyes—that is, a tree branch with a cluster of leaves for instance, each of which I would glimpse in sharp and colorful detail. [...]