“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Bates’s book, or rather philosophy, suggesting that the eyes were not made for reading, is an example of a different kind, implying that there were no books when the eye was created—and so therefore it is not natural for the eye to see letters—while it is natural for the eye to see, say, trees. [...]

[...] She used the contrasting example of trees in a forest, comparing their passive state to the feeling of acceleration, of “being able to go right through the wall” that she sometimes gets. [...]

(9:47.) That leads to the old inevitable questions: Do animals have souls — or do trees, or rocks? [...]

[...] As the animal must play, mate, hunt his prey or eat his berries within the physical context of sun, ground, trees, snow, hail and wind, so in a different way man must pursue his ideas by clothing them in the elemental realities of earth, by perceiving them as events.

[...] Imagine what it is like also to be a tree, to be a nail, and then to be an entirely different consciousness. [...]

[...] So this hypothetical greater identity also chooses to be born in different time periods, historically speaking; and the same pattern appears in which counterparts are born as individuals, each biologically and spiritually connected, but with great intertwinings and variations, as with a physical family tree.

With all due respect, your friend [the psychologist] is, with the best of intentions, barking up the wrong psychological tree. [...]

Now, in your terms you are graced to have a half acre of land upon the earth, and the hillside, with trees that change, and a house that is secure. [...]

Some of the small, seemingly silly issues forever put off: a private backyard, shielding trees outside, a front and back door of your own, for Ruburt a dog, both of you a unit of your own; that is, a house over which you had control.

[...] And as soon as the (Xmas) tree is removed, the badminton.

[...] So did the plants in your house, and the trees outside your door. [...]

[...] … 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 nestlike fabric of some gigantic tree. [...]

[...] Trees, a get-well card I believe. [...]

[...] Jane and I could see the river from the long front porch of the house, looking down through the trees. [...]

[...] Her legs are swollen like tree trunks from the fluid that has collected in them; her toes are like sausages. [...]

Pluck them from the trembling trees of creation

[...] I tell myself that all of the trees are much taller and thicker now, and I experience an odd wonder that the wooden houses are still standing. [...]

With a tree immediately outside the window; a bushy sort of tree with something like spikes on it.

[...] It was somewhat like a palm tree, only shorter. [...]

[...] Jane says the actual garden was not a formal garden, a cultivated type, but rather contained olive trees, etc., and much growth of this kind. [...]

[...] They were, in a strange way, mathematicians and scientists, but in a way that had nothing to do with physical space or physical theories, and they imagined out of their great power, a dimension of reality in which there were trees and fields and physical beings with physical bodies; skies that were blue; water that fell down from the sky. [...]