“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

As I speak now, the revelations that you are burst into activity, and certainly you should know of this. While you think, “I am man, a member of a certain species, inhabiting a planet named Earth in this space and in this time,” then you place artificial barriers between you and your perceptions. And you dwell in a world in which words grow into a distorted lens that denies your own vision. Therefore, to some extent, we will crumble the words up, crumble the words up and distort them until it seems that in the language that we use you perceive certain familiar sounds. Your associative processes find a certain feeling of safety and familiarity, leaping upon this vowel and this syllable. All delightful trickery. But a trickery that is in its own way as truthful as revelations that you are.

[...] Well, that image cracked and crumbled in the hospital experience, leaving Ruburt with his more native, far more realistic image of himself. [...]

(We were very encouraged by two points especially that Seth had mentioned this evening: that Jane’s thyroid had repaired itself before—which event now could free her from dependence upon medication—and that the Sinful Self’s superhuman image had “cracked and crumbled in the hospital experience.” [...]

The distortions grew so great that the whole structure crumbled. [...]

This book however will also point out the truths that do exist within the tattered garments of organized established religions; rip apart the crumbling fabric of dogma to the body of revelationary knowledge that was always there.

[...] You are alive, therefore, in the midst of small deaths; portions of your own image crumble away moment by moment and are replaced, and you scarcely give the matter a thought. [...]

He fears that the admission of one defeat or error of judgment will bring his world crumbling about him.

[...] Well, that image cracked and crumbled in the hospital experience, leaving Ruburt with his more native, far more realistic image of himself. [...]

[...] We were very encouraged by two key points Seth had mentioned: that her thyroid gland had repaired itself before—such an event happening now would free her of dependence upon medication—and that her sinful self’s superhuman image had “cracked and crumbled in the hospital experience.” [...]

[...] In these ideal terms, death would involve a closing down of your [physical] house; it would not be crumbling about you.