“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(This afternoon Jane called her publisher, Frederick Fell, and was pleased to learn that he liked her ESP book very much. [...] Jane was also curious to hear Mr. Fell’s voice, to see what impressions she might pick up.

[...] I did not suggest that you go to the medical profession, or suggest you stay away from it specifically, knowing that your own beliefs would lead toward the proper decision whichever way it fell. [...]

[...] She fell upon the kitchen floor and broke a plate.

[...] Without warning Jane stopped speaking; her head fell back against the rocker. [...]

[...] “Thank God for relaxation,” I told myself again and again as I fell asleep, hoping the effects would rejuvenate me. [...]

[...] To her he fell from an initial high estate—meaning his early success, that offered her the possibilities of wealth and social status. [...]

(At supper time this evening I voiced my opinion of the tactics of Jane’s publisher, Frederick Fell, in no uncertain terms, with the rather obvious implication that Seth could comment upon the situation should he care to.

Your Mr. Fell is indeed a different sort of personality than yourself, Joseph, but his omissions are not deliberate. [...]

[...] When she came out of trance she nearly fell in the darkness, feeling a momentary disorientation because of the depth of the trance.)

[...] We also tried it after we went to bed, but as usual I fell asleep too quickly. [...]

[...] His treatment left me so relaxed that I almost fell asleep, or so it seemed. [...]

Ruburt got so he wanted such encounters only if they fell into his ideas of work. [...]

[...] So the last time I said: ‘Now, look, Seth, if you want to take me to some of these probabilities, great; with you leading the way; but my consciousness is having a hell of a time handling whatever it is we’re doing.’ Then I fell asleep and the material stopped.”

[...] Then she fell asleep. [...]

(By coincidence this session fell due on the anniversary of our first session. [...]

[...] She started to feel or experience directly the concept concerning the advanced psychological entity realities, but fell somewhat short.

[...] She fell rather heavily, he told us, and could have struck her head. [...]

[...] He fell in love with the daughter, and despite her condition, took her to his home village.

[...] He fell, instead, into the trap of provincialism. [...]

[...] In trance, Jane abruptly fell silent for well over a minute. [...]

[...] Without much thought Jane and I had taken the data given on this instance to refer also to John’s September 2 date, since by coincidence the 84th session also fell due on September 2. This evening John said that he’d had no “disagreement in a kitchen, involving two women and a man, with a child close by,” on September 2. So now we wonder whether the above incident is precognition, with the actual date being blocked by Jane, or whether Jane is just plain in error.)

(Jane’s head fell at an odd angle, her voice became lower.)