“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The wavy lines of the cancellation are close together, and in the abstract could symbolize anything such as trees, etc. [...]

[...] In back of the statue of Mother Goose is a dense, dark green pine forest, as indicated on the tracing on page 16, as well as several trees nearer the foreground. [...]

[...] They are as much a part of your inner environment as trees are of your exterior world. [...]

The idiot cries.
The tears slosh inside his boots.
The people say he’s bats
Because he weeps
When the police shoot down the starlings
Aiming at the tall-eyed trees.

Next I am standing on spacious, landscaped grounds with gravel paths neatly laid out, divided by trees and shrubs. [...]

tree.......................cat

[...] He feels however that his body has been almost cursed by you both, and at its worst reaction he interprets fairly prolonged noncontact in the following terms: the way Christ cursed the fig tree, that it dare not bloom, that his body is forsaken by you both, unwanted, an orphan child, so that even his good looks as a woman are suspect.

[...] You are all children in one way playing beneath the maple trees, dreaming in the long twilights of your adult state even as your adult selves now seemingly so independent would not know what to say to your childhood selves if you met them; but within you the childhood self must also grow, and allow it its growth. [...]

The entire tree population was sprayed

[...] During break I attempted to explain to John something about my sensations, my feeling of sound as Seth calls it, when the tree fell, etc. [...]

[...] There was a yard, and trees, and a blue simulation of blueprint paper in back of the floor plan.

[...] When Jane and I went for our leaf-gathering walk in October of 1965, we picked up the maple leaves in our collection beside Aunt Mabel’s home; this is the section of the street where the maple trees grow, and one of these leaves made up tonight’s object.

As for my out-of-body journeys, I do often hallucinate a support of some kind in such ventures: the crossbar on a telephone pole, the fragile, topmost branch of a dead tree….

[...] Since dreams are a by-product of any consciousness involved with matter, then trees have their dreams. [...]

[...] He fell asleep and “awakened” to find himself hovering about three feet out in the air outside his studio window, between the house and the large pear tree that shades the room. [...]

But as the mind represents, and it does, motion and excitement to the trees, so would the consciousness, as it rustled through the cells and molecules of so-called space, represent refreshing experience and momentary new satisfactions.

[...] A handful of seeds from any tree might fall in the same backyard. [...]

[...] Jane thought that disarray could also refer to the fact that abstract paintings are mentioned in the letter; to some people abstracts would be in disarray, as compared to conventional paintings showing things in the usual sense—flowers, houses, trees, etc.

(A quick view of houses, blue sky, trees, from a corner perspective; vanished instantly.

[...] A pastel drawing of a green leafy tree especially charmed me, and I exclaimed to Bill and the others that Jane’s drawings were much better than I had thought them to be, or had realized she could do.