“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

One was that because objects just originate in man’s imagination anyway, there’s always a strong connection between objects and man’s dreams. [...]

I guess I think that all disease, to one extent or another, anyway, is fear (pause), and I felt a few minutes ago my neck doing some odd things. [...]

You would not quit anyway, so I created a book that would not sell. [...]

[...] Then he found it was not as bad as he thought—he could operate anyway, and amazingly well, as in class (ESP) last evening.

In the meantime, when incarnations on the planet earth are finished the entity moves toward this goal anyway. [...]

[...] “And what’s left of the psychic thing anyway except for an occasional session?” I asked. [...]

[...] You would not accept him with the symptoms as an imperfect being, and love him anyway. [...]

[...] You do what you decided to do anyway — have the session — but by punishing yourself with your own personal interpretation.

[...] My body then was very light — weightless to me, anyway. [...]

(For some reason Jane then told me I didn’t have to put this down, but I did so anyway: ) The order of the integers on the negative side descends in direct proportion to the order of ascension of integers on the positive side. [...]

[...] Thank you anyway, Seth.”)

Do not force this, but again, for at least five minutes in the overall during the day, imagine as vividly as possible that you are moving normally and easily anyway you choose. [...]

[...] Who else did we know, so “old school” who’d even speak of tipping one’s hat, or refer to food as “good cuisine?” Anyway he certainly didn’t sound frightening, and the fifth-dimensional monologue was really provocative.

[...] It relaxes you anyway. [...]

He felt you did not want him in bed anyway, so you would not complain there. [...]

[...] Anyway, I’d rather just forget it,” I said. [...]

[...] I thought: “I might as well ask him about Miss Cunningham anyway, regardless of what’s going on.” [...]

A dandy was a gentleman with high and fine and fancy white fluffed collars in the latest fashion, who wore girdles and bound in his waist, who was flirtatious and usually quite artificial in behavior, who dealt above all things in ritualized verbal activities, who got where he could get anyway he could. [...]

Ruburt knew he could look better if he spent half the time and effort, but was jealous anyway. [...]

In any way, through the publication, and whether or not such a manuscript would allow us to do so in any more efficient way than we will anyway, is another point. [...]