“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Nightly adventure: Last PM we ask German couple from Big Flats over, the woman mentioned in God of Jane, decide we should change the pace from intense sessions, etc. Anyhow, I liked them both very much. Played old Safe Universe Seth tape for them, was struck by Seth’s discussion strongly and saw how back in ‘75 he had the issues already organized for the future.... anyhow, he did a terrific session then on the Sinful Self.... When we went to bed I was restless. Body really wanted to move all around, hips stretching, legs, and so forth. At the start, I went along.

[...] In line with new attitudes, I was “responsive”—anyhow Seth came through with a terrific short session; I enjoyed myself; we liked Fullers. And—my eyes looked good enough so that I didn’t need to hide them with sunglasses; anyhow they are much better—in the last day or so they’re easier, I can feel them move easier.

[...] Anyhow, in a short matter of time I’m completely healed. [...]

[...] Anyhow, got the idea when I put the book away that Seth would speak about things like the Moonies without mentioning them, idea being that the self as it is isn’t trusted; as in the Jonestown thing. [...]

[...] processes… anyhow, to hasten healing process.

[...] Anyhow, he used a phrase that I remembered when I woke up: “I live in a brown-paper-bag part of town,” meaning a lower middle-class neighborhood; he implied that that was his station in life, and that he had no idea of trying to change it, or felt that he couldn’t. In the dream I wore a brown faded coat and perhaps a small matching hat. [...]

[...] Anyhow—by Sunday evening the whole head, neck, eye, ear, area quite improved in motion; moves faster, those ligaments more resilient, and the motion though restricted, I’d say, near normal. [...]

[...] Anyhow I got the following thoughts at once: that when we were in Oswego so many years ago visiting Instream at the university I discovered that.... [...]

Such ideas, practically speaking anyhow, deny you the use of creative energy and vitality you think you had then, that you think you do not have now—the unbridled free energy and exuberance you have equated with youth. [...]

[...] The cost of that little operation would also probably be astronomical—well over a thousand dollars, I’d say at a guess, so in light of the present bill from St. Joseph’s I doubt if we’d opt for it anyhow. We plan to make some comments on costs when next we see Dr. K., or whomever, anyhow, now that we’ve been burned a few times. [...]

[...] Anyhow the vacuum represents my work as a tool—I give the vacuum but people have to pick up their own dirt; I don’t have to do it for them. [...]

[...] Anyhow a dribble of something, maybe coins, came out. [...]

Comes to me today that years ago I got scared when I thought anyhow that Rob’s parents “shit on us” when we were broke; before I hadn’t worried about money—just writing . [...]

[...] I went out because I thought I should; anyhow later, the parts stopped being sore; and walking there was another difference as if I were trying to swing some from side to side the way you should; felt some ambitious, cleaned bathroom a bit....

[...] I said I’d merely write Maude a note of acknowledgement at this time anyhow. [...]

(Jane had been waiting for staff to do vitals before trying a session, but then she determined to go ahead anyhow. [...]

[...] She has light brown hair, rather dark circles under her eyes and is somewhat younger than I. I say that you can’t just decide consciously to give up writing poetry, you’d write it anyhow, though you could subconsciously make such a decision and never know about it at all. [...]

[...] Earlier caught myself stewing over my windows new room being accessible that is, noticeable; then cleared that up saying that Frank, etc., will be gone; phone book won’t have address; winter coming—but if I have to, I’ll lock the screen door or put up a note working hours no guests; but anyhow I’ll make conscious decisions and take steps. [...]

[...] I’ve also had a number of blue periods lately, but try to keep going anyhow.)

[...] I felt he had to have his chance and was confident I could swing the financial end without buying a house, etc., anyhow.

[...] I put up with that conflict and do poetry anyhow now and then; sloppy thinking in here and feel Tam won’t really go for poetry.

9. Yet R.’s work as painter may be greater than either of us know, so on the other hand I feel he should hang onto them, rather than scatter his work, put them in one large room—bedroom?—to show them off well and sell them at high prices; he doesn’t sell many now anyhow and his prices may reflect his ideas of art value in society. [...]

You would be very wise to see the people you see (underlined), because you want to see them when you do, while never using Ruburt’s condition as an excuse for not doing what you do not want to do anyhow, or for not seeing people you do not want to see anyhow (intently.