“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

They have, for that matter, devised many ingenious insect traps, so that hundreds or more can be caught, for many are needed since insects are so small. These traps are often constructed on trees, in the bark, in such a fashion that the tree gum itself is used to trap the insects. The traps appear to be part of the tree itself, so as to protect them.

(4:55 p.m. “I should tell you,” Jane said as I lit a smoke for her, “but as soon as that program was over, I knew he was going to mention the Abominable Snowman. But I thought it would be maybe a few lines — I didn’t expect that much.” I hadn’t expected any. The TV show had ended at 3:00 p.m. Jane also said she “saw,” or remembered, what the insect trap looked like, but she couldn’t make a drawing of it. She said she didn’t want to mislead me, but that the traps reminded her of spider webs, the way the insects became trapped in them.

There are many, many species that man has not discovered, in all the categories of life — insects onward.

(Willy had become increasingly active chasing insects. Finally as Jane began dictating he cornered a larger insect and then began to play with it about the living room floor. At first Jane stepped around him; finally, just beside my chair, she knelt, brushed Willy aside, and tried to pick up the insect he had been toying with. [...]

[...] I knelt to pick up the insect, and found it quite difficult to do. [...] I went to the kitchen window, opened the screen and tossed the insect free. [...]

[...] Many insects had accumulated on the screens of our living room windows, and a few had gotten inside the room. [...]

(With emphasis:) In a matter of speaking (underlined), the birds and the insects are indeed living portions of the earth flying, even as, again in a matter of speaking (in parentheses) (with a smile and again with an emphasis upon the word “matter”), bears and wolves and cows and cats represent the earth turning itself into creatures that live upon its own surface. And in a matter of speaking, again, man becomes the earth thinking, and thinking his own thoughts, man in his way specializes in the conscious work of the world—a work that is dependent upon the indispensable “unconscious” work of the rest of nature, a nature that sustains him (all very intently). And when he thinks, man thinks for the microbes, for the atoms and the molecules, for the smallest particles within his being, for the insects and for the rocks, for the creatures of the sky and the air and the oceans.

(Then I saw that someone had left the shack’s door open, and that everything, the walls, the ceiling, the open door, etc., was covered with hordes of insects of various kinds and colors, all crawling and flying about. This made me very angry, for as I felt my friend buzzing inside my hands, I wondered how I would know him from any other insect once I released him in order to help him.

[...] You intended to project yourself into one of the small insects in the room, you see, but you were unable to do so.

—wanting to project as a green insect. [...]

(4:20.) The insects also appreciate flowers’ profusion of color, and also for esthetic reasons. I am saying, therefore that even insects have an esthetic sense, and again, that each creature, and each plant, or natural entity, has its own sense of value fulfillment, seeking the greatest possible fulfillment and extension of its own innate abilities.

[...] Those histories did not tell of the human beings who had to know what insects would crawl or fly from one end of a continent to another, so that they could be captured and roasted and eaten. [...]

[...] In that moment can you hear the insects sweeping across the continents and the voices of the leaves speak, and feel their echoes in your blood — and that blood lives, beyond the time. [...]

[...] For they are indeed the sounds of insects through the centuries, of stars swirling through the universe, of the blood pounding through your veins.

[...] In back of her and off to her right, our cats, Billy and Mitzi, were crouching in the light cast on the rug by one of our homemade lamps from its position on a low bookcase: An insect, seemingly mesmerized by the illumination, was flying round and round inside the bright cone of the lampshade. The cats had been fascinated by this phenomenon for several minutes; just as Jane went into trance they lost patience and started to leap up at the insect. [...]

[...] A tree is something far different to a microbe, a bird, an insect, and a man who stands beneath it. [...] This does not mean that its reality exists in that form in any more basic way than it exists in the form perceived by the microbe, insect, or bird. [...]

there is no insect that does not know

[...] When you discover that a certain chemical or scent will attract a certain male insect, for example, you take it for granted that that element is alone responsible for drawing the male to the female. [...]

^* In these passages Seth refers to phenomena similar to parthenogenesis: the reproduction of an unfertilized ovum, seed, or spore, as in some polyzoas, insects, algae, and so forth. [...]

(“Are insects fragments?”)

[...] For that matter, insects, birds, fish, and all kinds of life play. [...]

As I have mentioned many times, animals then dream, as do plants, insects, and all forms of life. [...]

[...] They are embedded in the life of insects, and in fish and fowl. [...]

[...] To paraphrase: Using this sense, an observer standing on a typical street would feel the experience of being anything he chose within his field of notice: people, trees, insects, blades of grass. [...]

The spirits of the two islands join for a journey to a third one, and there they discover a top-heavy land filled to the brim with strange birds and insects and animals that neither knew at home. [...]

The second island-spirit says, also to the third: “You are myself, only my excitement, my joy and beauty, are concentrated in the magic of my volcano, and you instead stand for the twittering excitement of diverse species — birds and animals and insects — that flow in far less grandiose fashion across the slopes of your uneasy land.”

So do not be surprised, for you may see a person, an animal, an insect, or a landscape — but trust whatever image you do receive. [...]

[...] Nor are insects invulnerable to such conditions, in such an hypothesized picture (long pause). Actually, all forms of life in that certain environment would be seeking for a balanced return to a more advantageous condition.

[...] Plants and insects fit into this larger picture, as do all fish and fowl.

[...] There is a disease you read about recently, where the skin turns leathery after intense itching — a fascinating development in which the human body tries to form a leathery-like skin that would, if the experiment continued, be flexible enough for, say, sweat pores and normal locomotion, yet tough enough to protect itself in jungle environments from the bites of many “still more dangerous” insects and snakes.³ Many such experiments appear in certain stages as diseases, since the conditions are obviously not normal physical ones. [...]