“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] By coincidence, this session fell on April 15, so naturally I was curious to learn more. [...]

[...] Early that year, Frederick Fell gave me a contract for the ESP book, and I had a deadline to meet.

[...] I learned the unutterable yearning of father for son, son for father, husband for wife, wife for husband, and fell headlong into the intimate webs of human relationships. [...]

[...] She fell to the floor, breaking a plate as she did so.

(“Did that material in the last session apply to Wollheim or Fell? [...]

[...] She fell asleep immediately. [...]

[...] The feeling lasted for well over a minute, I would estimate; finally it began to diminish or fade out, and I fell asleep again. [...]

[...] Before all of this, as the very first symptoms began, before the ESP book, he was already deeply frightened by the novel rejections, the Playboy rejections after they raised his hopes, the poetry book acceptance that fell through with Continental, and what he felt to be your joint deteriorating relationship.

[...] Here he fell down, and he will return as the third personality, just mentioned, in your future.

[...] As it happened a regular session night fell on that date, and, having heard nothing, Rob asked Seth if there had been any distortion in the message.

The raindrops fell

[...] During break I attempted to explain to John something about my sensations, my feeling of sound as Seth calls it, when the tree fell, etc. [...]

[...] As stated, the connection between the envelope object and Aunt Mabel and her home had to be made before this data fell into place. [...]

[...] If such a tree fell upon you, you might wonder at its weight. [...]

[...] Snow fell past the windows. [...]

[...] Usually, they have been invisible to your plane, as the few who fell into the apparent past were invisible to the people of the past.

[...] She fell quiet now after reassuring me that she was all right. [...]

[...] I kept this second image in mind for some time before allowing myself to realize that the victim fell amid a group of his fellows. [...]

[...] They were a deep luminous golden brown; I realized I was so close to them that I could see their minutest details in vivid color, even upper lids that fell over the upper portion of the eyeball. [...]

(Shortly after this our new cat, Catherine, fell ill with distemper, and received a shot at the veterinarian’s Friday evening, July 29, along with some pills for subsequent days. [...]