“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] They remembered that they formed physicial reality from the vitality of their own thoughts and fellings and images. [...]

[...] Which would pose a few obstacles, I thought as I fell asleep. …

While in conventional terms you think of long centuries’ duration, in which finned creatures rose from the seas, some “becoming” reptiles and finally mammals, many did not make that journey but “fell” along the way. [...]

The sky was very dark, a light rain fell and a storm threatened. [...]

[...] When he heard the voices, instead of becoming confident, he fell into a dream state. [...]

[...] He buckled over and fell to the floor. [...]

Three days later, Rob walked into the bathroom, suddenly blacked out by the bathroom sink and fell unconscious to the floor. [...]

[...] He fell into debt, as he fell off the roof; and on his part the purchase was an emotional and impulsive one.

[...] The behavior of Instream, the other psychologist at Oswego, the demand for credentials from Fell and others, the letters asking for help of various kinds—especially those from the unbalanced—all of these things and more added up in her eyes to an indictment, one might say, of one’s very nature. [...]

[...] Later he tried straight novels, but when he let himself go his natural fiction fell into the form of fantasy, outside of the novel’s conventions into science fiction’s form—and at that time further away from the mainstream. [...]

(At about 8 PM this evening Jane fell asleep with a lighted cigarette in her hand as she sat leaning back on the couch. [...] A long cone of ashes fell onto her lap while I wondered what to do about the session. [...]

[...] There are some people who believe that life is meaningless, that it has no purpose, and that its multitudinous parts fell together through the workings of chance alone. [...]

[...] A fine rain fell. [...]

[...] Earlier she’d sat at her desk in the writing room, watching the rain as dusk, then night, fell. [...]

[...] Jane fell asleep, flat on her back, mouth open, breathing loudly. [...]

[...] Tabletop didn’t break beneath Bill’s hands, he said, but, he believes, when table fell over to floor & struck edge of table top against floor, away from Bill and Pat.

[...] Usually when they have done so they were invisible on your plane, as the few of you who fell into the past, or the apparent past, were invisible to the people of the past.

(Friday, 5/29, 3:30 PM: Upon reaching the desired state I then fell asleep. [...]

[...] The right hand held a club or truncheon; the right arm rose and fell regularly, although the rhythm was not rapid. [...]

[...] These contacts will grow out of our seeing the following people: Don Wollheim, an editor Jane has previously published with; her present publisher, Frederick Fell; Eileen Garrett; and Dick Roberts, a senior editor at Dell Books with whom Jane has published. [...]

[...] There are dimensions in which you are completely incapable, and if through some molecular disturbance you fell into one of these it is possible that you could not find your way back. [...]

The state into which Ruburt fell as a rule allows no such focus in either reality, but a suspension. [...]

[...] The super-perfect, impractical self-image simply fell away: it could not survive such a situation. [...]

[...] (To make the record complete, it should be noted that Jane’s first book on psychic phenomena was How to Develop Your ESP Power. It was published in hardcover and paperback editions in 1966 and 1974, respectively, by Frederick Fell Publishers, Inc., New York, N.Y. 10016. [...]

[...] Jane’s publisher F. Fell, has written asking for photographs pertaining to the Seth book; in connection with this and in answer to my question, Seth said he would be amused to see a reproduction of my painting, purporting to be Seth, in the book. [...]

[...] Jane plans to ask her publisher, F. Fell, for the name of the author of the notes, and for a copy of the covering letter he refers to. [...]

[...] I then fell asleep. [...]

[...] Later when his mother fell ill, Bill made the subconscious connection with her illness and this earlier incident, and blamed his father for his mother’s illness.

[...] This was just before darkness fell. [...]