“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] (Only then a personality fragment of Seth’s, named Frank Watts, was speaking to us. [...]

[...] (Pause.) Quite frankly, it is none of your business.

(For some reason, Rob began to think of Frank Withers. [...]

And as far as assimilating our old Frank Withers, don’t let me lead you too far astray. [...]

[...] They are fully as idiotic as Frank Watts in his Mason’s robes.

(Here, as though for my benefit, since I am so interested in Frank Watts, Jane pounded upon the table I use as a writing desk.)

I hope, quite frankly, to do far more than this. [...]

[...] Her bodily changes continue, with some good news about improvements in her legs contributed by Frank Longwell after an examination. [...]

[...] Frank Longwell’s father had just died, and she feared she might take the same road. [...]

[...] Frank Longwell dropped in as I began moving furniture in the morning, and helped greatly as we repositioned a couple of heavy tables. [...]

[...] Psychically she has met Daisy (the deceased wife of my mother’s brother Frank), and is in connection with Ruburt. [...]

[...] Things have been hectic here today, interfering with my painting: Frank Longwell and his brother started work today on the front porch, which is to be glassed in so that Jane can have more room. [...]

[...] His mother represented will untempered by spontaneity or relaxation, quite frankly a will for power over others. [...]

[...] “They’re squirrels,” Frank Longwell had stated this noon. [...]

[...] They take instead planned distortions, which can cover up such inadequacies, or frankly abstract works.

[...] I can tell you quite frankly that those possibilities did exist. [...]

[...] This morning she did an acrylic of the mums Frank Longwell had given her for her coming birthday.

([Joel:] “I guess in the beginning Jane and Rob were a little ambivalent as to whether they wanted to go and check the Frank Withers thing, and we have not made any attempt to check the stuff that Bill gave the first time—That I, in the ‘40s and having been a lawyer and went to Northwestern law school, practiced law in the Loop, that kind of thing. [...]

[...] I thought it best in our recorded session that I speak frankly, now, and so I did.

[...] “Would you say a few words for Frank Longwell?”)

(Last night when I got home, I saw that the young fellow Frank Longwell has put me in touch with to do the lawn had done his job; the place looked great. [...]

[...] Frank Longwell told me I’d strained the ligaments helping to support the ribs, and that “they don’t like that.” [...]