“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Both of you realized from young ages that you were different from others, relatively speaking, and you gloried in the differences. When you came together you wanted to be alone together. You wanted to be alone and to work at your pursuits.

You gloried in being alone. It was what you wanted. Now it seems that aloneness is a trap. You think of isolation and being cut off from the world, while at the same time you want little to do with it.

[...] My real conviction is now setting free the majesty and glory of my subconscious mind. [...]

[...] Some people die in adolescence, filled with the flush of life’s possibilities, still half-dazzled by the glory of childhood, and ready to step with elation upon the threshold of adulthood — or so it seems. [...]

[...] For within joy and within All That Is there is only glory that is only consciousness and song. [...]

[...] It is a portion of you, however, that deals with the formation of events, that glories in a rather rambunctious and creative activity that your specifications of time and place physically preclude. [...]

They were responsible for the birth of agriculture, as well as industry, the rise and fall of nations, the “glory” that was Rome, and Rome’s destruction. [...]

[...] In deeper terms, there is still another meaning that mirrors all of those apparent divisions that occur as All That Is seemingly separates portions of itself from itself, scattering its omnipotence into new patterns of being that, in your terms, remember their source and look back to it longingly, while still glorying in the unique individuality that is their own.

If life is seen as good in this system of belief, then youth is viewed as the crowning glory, from which summit there is no further journey except descent. [...]

The fact is that each of you create your own physical reality; and en masse, you create both the glories and the terrors that exist within your earthly experience. [...]

[...] It glories in distinctions, specifications, and categories, and is quite blind, generally speaking, to the uniting forces that are of course every bit as real. [...]

[...] It knows quite well that some are stronger and some weaker, but it approves of its own uniqueness—glories in it, without having any other picture in its mind of what it should be. [...]

(Pause at 10:25.) But he took a nationalistic glory in killing his enemies. [...]

[...] They glory in stories of wicked stepmothers. [...]

[...] If you believe that a leaf is a piece of physical matter without consciousness, without glory, then you will learn nothing from it. [...]