“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Wrens came, hawks and worms,

And in the worm I felt the smooth

“Who am I?” cried the worm and the hawk,

[...] Their ego and their subconscious and their superego and their id leads them no further than a worm that wiggles in the grass and is dead forever tomorrow, and even the worm has more reality than they are willing to assign to one human consciousness. [...]

And even, therefore, the worms dance in the grass and laugh at your psychologists’ theories, for even they know that they are more than the reality the psychologistswould grant to you. [...]

[...] Time (smile) is a worm in an apple. Time is a worm not in an apple; and yet such definitions will be absolutely meaningless to most people, for they can only think of time in terms of days or hours, and they do not think of time as experience itself, or quite simply, being.

[...] Under such conditions it seems only rational to look for the worm in the apple, so to speak, and to expect pain or danger in each new experience or encounter.

In for example the worm, the process ends here. [...]

([Gert:] “She seems lost, like the little worm in the apple. [...]

[...] It is therefore as much dirt and worms as it is bark. [...]

Animals also possess independent volition, and while I am emphasizing animals here, the same applies to any creature, large or small: insect, bird, fish, or worm; to plant life; to cells, atoms, or electrons. [...]

[...] Since man is aware subconsciously of a heritage for which he ever seeks, and yet which for many reasons he cannot grasp while in the physical state, he must know and not know, and there is a strain here that no fish or bird or worm experiences. [...]

[...] I was familiar with inspiration in my own work, but this was as different from ordinary inspiration as a bird is from a worm!

[...] Jane had taken a chair while dictating, and he wormed his way up into her lap and began to purr. [...]