“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

But a child born to two parents is also an offspring of the earth, its tissues as surely a part of earth as any tree or flower, or burst of ocean spray. [...]

[...] No matter how fast he ran or how far he traveled, early man could not run out of land, or trees, or forests, or food supplies. [...]

[...] The day was cool and rainy, and then snowy—I’d opened a curtain, and I could see a rather heavy wet snow falling upon the trees, rooftops, streets, people and cars. [...]

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

[...] Two other people, a clump of trees.

[...] They play at being trees or animals or stars. [...]

[...] A sign lit up in the center of a palm tree out front. [...]

11. In Chapter 8 of Adventures, Jane used her Sumari poem, Song of the Pear Tree, to present some examples of such layered, or deeper, meanings. In one instance she first translated the Sumari line, “Le lo terume,” into “The pear tree stands.” Later she came to understand that a more literal — and evocative — meaning is “Earth grows itself into a tree and becomes standing-earth-with-pear-faces.”

A house with pine trees, back kitchen.

A house with pine trees, back kitchen. [...]

[...] In the beginning of our sessions I spoke in a general manner, for example, saying that trees and plant life had a consciousness, but not a developed ego system. The tree, therefore, is conscious of the pain connected with, say, the severing of a limb.

[...] If science wants to talk about the tree of life, of reptiles turning into birds, then we’ve certainly got the right to see all — or at least most — of the leaves on the tree, not just those at the tips of the branches.” [...]

[...] The climbing up was also connected with fruit, as you might climb a tree to pluck it. [...]

(“Just briefly: What do you think of that little painting of the trees I did?” This is why, earlier, I asked Seth which painting the dream referred to; I was just finishing up this painting while beginning the fruit still life, on October 9.)

(“The shape of something tall like a tree; waving lines, or wavering lines.” Jane said the tree data was her way, or Seth’s way, of leading up to the data re wavering lines. [...]

[...] The shape of something tall like a tree; waving lines, or wavering lines.

The tree bark for example is not really divided from the rest of the tree, yet I must speak as if it were so divided because this is one of the apparent effects that you see, and I could not ignore what you insist was the evidence of your senses. [...]

[...] In concrete terms, if a tree branch blows you can take it for granted that something moves the branch. [...]

[...] The actual trees, had he really been able to reproduce them, would then undergo their seasonal changes. The trees in his painting, being artificial reproductions, do not undergo the same physical changes, even while the atoms and molecules that compose the canvas itself, and all the pigments, constantly themselves change.

[...] The trees are ruined. [...]

It portrays the new consciousness seeing itself unique and separate, evolving from the tree of life and therefore able to examine its fruits, to see itself for the first time as different from others, like the serpent who crawled upon the surface of the earth. [...]

[...] As I left the house, I was greeted in the driveway by Frank Longwell, who was checking up on whether I was watering the back yard and the new tree the way he told me to.

[...] Once before on earth, you climbed a tree to escape from animals.” [...] “You got away from the animals all right, but you fell asleep in your tree that night. [...]

[...] The kitchen is very small, but on the spur of the moment I used a brush and black waterproof ink to do a quick sketch of a tree on a limited space next to the windows. [...] The tree appears to have a floating quality on the light yellow wall, especially at night, and has added a new dimension to the room.)

The tree on Jane’s kitchen wall is very nice, and it is also significant as far as your opening up is concerned. [...]

[...] A good breeze moved outside the windows of 330, making the new green leaves of the mountain ash tree dance. [...]