“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Near end of reincarnation cycle.

[...] Is Seth clairvoyantly aware of water in, or near, the grave? [...]

The appointment made but not kept refers to the fact that you all said you would get together again in the near future, and you did not.

[...] You will not learn nearly as much from me as you will through traveling through your own inner self and searching into the reality of yourself for other realities that are also there of which your are unaware. [...]

[...] You are not nearly as lonely within yourselves as you suppose that you are. [...]

[...] She had an impression of Midge in a robe, crawling on the floor near the oil stove in the living room. [...]

[...] As she started to read this chant to us, she suddenly threw her head back and wailed the words in an extremely loud voice; she then remained in trance for five minutes or so, and began to speak in a liquid, near-whisper:

[...] When she went in trance, Jane’s delivery was very active and energetic—in marked contrast to her near bleary-eyed state before Seth came through. [...]

[...] It is, of course, necessary that you learn through direct experience; and my warning you against various uncomfortable effects would not mean nearly as much if you did not, Ruburt, experience a few of them.

Ruburt is presently experiencing an acceleration of nearly all portions of the body—increased activity, and the stimulation of circulation, and in particular the stimulation of nervous activity. [...]

[...] Prentice-Hall is, of course, well-intentioned, and under their belief system it is nearly sacrilegious to be anything more than officially disapproving of medical matters. [...]

[...] These events can seem to be disasters or near disasters, and yet they can sufficiently mobilize the entire personality for survival’s sake. [...]

There are purposes not nearly as easy to describe, however, intents of a psychological nature, yearnings toward satisfactions not so easily categorized. [...]

(At times Jane wakes me up at night; she’s very nearly crying in discomfort, yet now we understand that those feelings represent her muscles wanting to be used; so far, though, we haven’t managed to get ourselves out of bed at such times, which usually develop perhaps an hour before the alarm is to ring; these bouts, then, happen after she’s usually slept for several hours, and the body wants action. [...]

[...] There was a large grocery store near me and a drugstore somewhere beyond. [...]

NOTE: On April 13 at 6:00 A.M., the huge K Mart at the Mattydale Shopping Center near Syracuse burned in a sudden fire. [...]

[...] When I looked back toward the body, I nearly flipped. [...]

[...] Jane was normally dissociated, gradually coming out of the state as the session neared its end. [...]

[...] She spoke without wearing her glasses, but instead left them on the floor near where she had been sitting. [...]

[...] The room was quite dark, very nearly pitch black. [...]

There should not be any rubber on or near the body, nor on the legs of the bed, for example. [...]

[...] (Pause.) I believe the incident occurred near the supper hour, and in a dining room or restaurant. [...]

[...] Maybe even half-duped, because I could never figure out when her crying outrage, her screaming anguish, were real expressions of nearly unbearable moments, or when she was acting. [...]

[...] As might be expected, I appreciate Jane’s accomplishments in them much more now than I did during the nearly seven years they were underway.

[...] Billy, our eight-month-old tiger cat, was sleeping on a chair near us. [...]

[...] She met two delightful strangers—near-foreigners. [...]

[...] Then the connection would not have been nearly as strong in Framework 2.

[...] On September 28, 1978, Jane wrote this little poem when I brought in a few blooms from the climber growing up the trellis at the northeast corner of our hill house, near the kitchen windows:

[...] There were set ceremonies accepted by nearly all for death and birth, and the important stages in between. [...]