“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Seth here refers to a large painting I have planned and made a pen-and-ink drawing for in small scale. Tonight I explained to Jane the problem involved in determining the correct relationship between background area, and the prophet, who is in a standing position. In this particular painting the background will play an important role, since it is designed to indicate a play of light and shadow. The prophet looks upward to the left, lips parted in speech.)

Your prophet’s lips move. To whom is his implied speech spoken—to a god he understands, to a god he does not understand, to the elements or to a part of himself that he knows exists and cannot reach. (Smile.) You should sense or know the answers, now, or as the painting progresses.

By the time the painting is done you should almost be able to hear his words, even though they are in a language you do not know. But what power moves him, and is it the same power that moves you, and that moves those who will look at the painting? (Smile.) For unity’s sake it should be. Is he only aware of those who will later look at the painting? Is he only aware of the unseen power or person his lips address? Is he speaking words not only for himself but for every other individual?

[...] Jane sat quite still for some few moments; when I noticed her seeming to grope for words, soundlessly moving her lips, I felt Seth’s entity would give the session. [...]

[...] Jane’s lips moved over soundless words several times. [...]

[...] Her lips began to again form words soundlessly, slowly, keeping this effort up for at least two minutes.

[...] Waiting, she began to move her lips silently, as though forming words. [...]

[...] As before now Jane began to sit quietly, hands again folded in her lap; her mouth and lips began to work again, and finally the high thin voice emerged once more. [...]

(I then saw very clearly in my upper center field of vision an open, full-lipped and sensuous pair of red and feminine lips, with a triangular kind of tongue moving between them. [...]

Now your physical body is a field of energy with a certain form, however, and when someone asks you your name, your lips speak it — and yet the name does not belong to the atoms and molecules in the lips that utter the syllables. [...]

You cannot pay lip service to peace while you are violent. [...]

[...] If she wants to reverse the ends of a smoke because one is looser than the other, which she often does with Pall Malls, she does so by awkwardly holding the cigarette with her lips while using her left hand to try to turn the cigarette around before I light it. [...]

To think that all these years his good disposition has been dependent upon the cigarette between his lips, and not upon any native good spirits. [...]

(Then when Jan was helping Jane with her dental chores this morning, she noticed that Jane’s hands were working better—Jane even automatically reached out to hold a cup to her lips that ordinarily the staff people had to do before. [...]

(Even during the session Jane’s voice was restricted, or quiet, as if she did not want to move her jaws and lips energetically.)

When his lips touch your hand—if you do it in the sense of play and allow your native awareness to function.

In your particular case I would even suggest that you stay away from the normally accepted sexual areas for awhile, and enjoy instead of the content (?); i.e. when he kisses your hand, and you are aware of the sensation of lip against palm and vice versa—be aware of feeling also in your hand on his skin. [...]

[...] The atoms and molecules within your vocal cords, and lungs and lips, do not understand one word of the language they allow you to speak so liquidly. [...]

[...] Now after our talk Jane sat upright in the rocker, her eyes closed, head back, sitting quietly with her lips moving soundlessly as if experimenting, trying for just the right approach so that the other personality could make entry through her.

[...] Her eyes closed, and her head began to nod, her lips moving soundlessly. [...]

[...] Your lips move, your tongue speaks your name. Does the name belong to the atoms and molecules within your lips or tongue? [...]

[...] She would catch her lower lip between her teeth, fold her upper lip over the lower, and wrinkle up her chin in a peculiar way. [...]

[...] He can hold it as his own, and yet he cannot prevent it from passing on to others, though he presses his lips tightly and does not speak it aloud.

[...] No lipstick; lips were parted as though she was caught in speech. [...]

[...] Individuals only gave them lip service, and yet individual and mass guilt grew because of the difference between ideals and behavior. [...]

[...] He must be in one way or another a symbol of those idealized qualities that the individual and the massed natives of the land give lip service to. [...]

Now I want you to open your eyes and look about, to say those words that are on your lips, to unite with strong emotion and in most real and valid terms, in tears or in laughter, even in anger, in all those fresh, lively emotions that have their counterparts in many worlds. [...]

[...] Many give lip service to such a belief. [...]

[...] Often mere lip service is given to the beliefs, but they exist. [...]