“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Vera and Theodore were then able to see it; and Sally, everyone but Florence, I believe. [...]

[...] Everyone agreed on this—even Florence—but Theodore. [...]

Present were Florence, Rose, Rachel, Sally, Theodore, Vera. [...]

(Florence had been discussing the accident in East Pakistan [Bangladesh].)

[...] Now, if you accept, my dear Lady of Florence, the possibility of the slightest, smallest, most insignificant accident then, indeed, you open Pandora’s box. [...]

Now, once again, while our Lady of Florence voices her doubts and fears, these are also doubts and fears that have lurked in the back of your own minds so bring them out into the open. [...]

([Florence;] “If we have relationships in our lives which are emotionally necessary—as Seth said was the case with Brad and his wife...”

([Florence:] “If it’s necessary for him to stay for emotional reasons, then...”

([Florence:] “So it would be necessary for Margo [Brad’s wife] to change too.”)

[...] There were three witnesses present: Andrea Bergere, Rose Cafford and Florence McIntyre. Only Florence had witnessed a session before. [...]

(Florence remarked that cannibalism didn’t seem very religious.)

([Florence:] “They only ate enemies though, they never ate their own tribe.”)

And (to Florence) your dream was significant. [...]

[...] (Florence tried to smother a cough and Seth boomed out.) You may cough to your heart’s content. [...]

[...] During break, Florence brought up the question of the will of God—whether God has control over what happens to us, etc. [...]

(Seth withdrew, and as break was starting and Jane began coming out of trance, Florence, shaking her fingers after writing for so long, made a comment that she wished the tape recorder was here. [...]

[...] Now, it is true that within your physical system—for I know this will come next from our friend Florence—you can measure your couch. [...]

[...] Our note-takers (Sally and Florence) are doing very well considering that the paper is not solid and neither is the pen. [...]

[...] I am not speaking only to our Lady of Florence, although it may seem as though I have that habit. [...]

(Florence McIntyre told of the sensitivity session she attended.)

([Florence:] “Why?”)

([Florence:] “Because I am afraid to know.”)

Our Lady from Florence over here is filled with questions that she would ask you. [...]

[...] Our Lady from Florence has made some progress for, since I spoke to you last, you finally took me to heart. [...]

[...] You still fear, as our Lady of Florence, that there is a cellar door—a cellar door to your mind—to your inner self. [...]

(Sumari came through with a message to Molly, Pete, Bette, Phil, and Florence. [...]

[...] Attending were Florence McIntyre, Sally Benson, and Rachel Clayton. [...]

[...] She started with the Seth voice then gradually used one that was between her normal voice and Seth’s. Florence noticed that the tense changed from we to I for a while also.)

(To Florence.) And you did, dear Lady of Florence, make one this evening. [...]

Now you (Florence) have your kindergarten class. [...]

[...] You (Florence) are meant to teach other classes, but you must develop you own abilities to do so. [...]

(Present at this class: Lydia, Sally, Brad, Vera, Amelia, Oliver, Florence and Theodore.)

(To Florence.) Now I want to have a private session with you. [...]

Your friend (Anne H., speaking to Florence) is doing well and you should not worry. [...]

[...] Even you (to Florence) will meet them. [...]

I have spoken to our Lady of Florence over there on several occasions, in the dream state, since she will not hear me any other way. [...]

[...] Our Lady of Florence, it is true that if you go outward and up you will find an inwardness, but this is not the easiest way to go about it. [...]

[...] Secondly, I was also about when one member (Florence) of this class and another woman were working on my book. [...]

([Florence:] “When I think of the millions and millions of lives that have been sacrificed in the name of Christ, in the name of God, the Jewish slaughtered back in the middle centuries with the—in the Crusades—in the name of Christ. [...]

(To Florence.) I have another point to make to our Lady of Florence though not the point that you particularly want me to make. [...]

(To Florence.) And there is no reason for you to fear the session you have in mind. [...]

([Florence:] “Maybe I don’t want to know them.”)

(To Florence.) And do not allow fears to limit you. [...]

[...] Present were Florence and Harvey and their son Daniel, and Rose and Archie Cafford.)