“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] You are like two limbs from the same tree. [...]

[...] Jane said this referred to trees. [...]

[...] 7/4, PM: I looked up at a tall tree and felt as though I was going to levitate up to it. [...]

[...] By this time, worried to some degree but still enjoying the delightful...suspension...looked from Walnut Street through yards, to my own windows that showed through trees. [...]

[...] Yet they are all about us, in the wind and trees, formed and unformed, more alive in many ways perhaps than we are — the speakers.

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 birds nests in the netlike fabric of some gigantic tree … Consider, for example, that these wires are also mobile, constantly trembling and also alive, in that they not only carry the stuff of the universe but are themselves projections of this stuff, and you will see how difficult it is to explain. [...]

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

[...] Some of the boxes laid out before me, as I made my drawing for the sticker, contained reproductions of cards bearing houses, trees, flowers, etc.; the standard kind of subject material for greeting cards.

[...] He considered that he aged as a tree will age, but perversely he felt that others aged to spite him.

[...] In blurred focus behind me an unknown teen-age girl sits on a swing that’s suspended from a tree limb, and an empty wicker stroller-type carriage [mine?] stands beside her. [...]

[...] the trees, the seasons, and the skies, to some extent as your own contribution . [...]

[...] The house has a garden on one side, with high trees, and a yard on the other, and was relatively shielded. [...]

[...] The first and last photos show Jane before the bay window that faces the northwest, with the trees and the backs of the houses lining the east side of Walnut Street in view.)

[...] The ordinary trees outside of his window do not exist for him. [...]

[...] It’s filled with trees and flowering shrubs—a view Jane cherishes, and one she has painted and written about a number of times. [...]

[...] The hypothetical evolutionary tree of life demands that such in-between forms existed; it seems that by now paleontologists should have unearthed enough signs of them to make at least a modest case for their belief systems; the lack of scientific evidence is embarrassing. [...]