“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(2:59. “Oh God,” Jane said, using an expression that’s become one of her favorites. “Give me a puff. As soon as I said I’d do it — the session — I got scared. It shows how you’ve got to get those feelings out. I wish I could yell and scream, but I can’t …” I read her the session. “Oh, my arms,” she said. I’d felt them, and she was holding them as rigid as bent metal rods.

(3:06. “I guess I will do a little more. It’s very hard, oh God …”)

(3:08. “Oh, Bob, that’s all,” she said, half crying. “I wish I could scream out.” I’d told her to do just that more than once.

[...] She made a lot of grunting and heavy breathing noises: “Oh God, Bob....” [...]

[...] “Oh Honey, Honey, Honey,” she chanted, breathing heavily and grunting and groaning. [...]

[...] “Oh, God....” [...]

[...] “Oh, oh, oh”—good motions of her head and torso, with noises, and feet alternating motions also. [...]

(“Oh. [...]

(“Oh, it’s me,” Jane said.

Today is tomorrow, and present, past,
Nothing exists and everything will last.
There is no beginning, there was no end,
No depth to fall, no height to ascend.
There is only this moment, this flicker of light,
That illuminates nothing, but oh! [...]

[...] “Oh look, it wants to go up so high,” she cried. [...]

[...] “Oh Bob.” [...]

[...] Oh, wait; it was that same day, the 13th that I called. [...]

“Oh, pray take me

Oh, I’ll jog and jig with glee

[...] “Oh, Jesus....” [...]

[...] “Oh, that was weird, Bob,” she said. [...]

Yet, I read all of those dire newspaper stories predicting disaster, and (oh yes, dear readers) I watched the daily tragic news events dramatized in living color on our television screen. [...]

(8:02 P.M. “Oh, that’s all,” Jane suddenly said. [...]

[...] A vague but definite connection to Dayton, OH, here. A man with connections with Dayton, OH will be involved with a change in your company. [...]

(When he first appeared John mentioned that he had attended a meeting for medical salesman in Cleveland OH earlier this month; John is a sales representative for Searle Drug. [...]

(John attended a salesmen’s meeting, held by his employer, Searle Drug, in Cleveland OH on January 12-14,1966. [...]

(“Oh, give me a cigarette and I’ll try to have a short session,” Jane said. [...]

(“Oh. [...]

[...] “Oh, your singing is so clear and sweet!” her visiting nurse had exclaimed the other day, when my wife had begun to sing while the nurse was changing the dressings on her decubiti. [...]

[...] And let the stressful episode momentarily rest, as if you were saying “Oh yes, there is indeed a most undesirable twisted group of sentences. [...]

[...] Oh, where is it? [...] Oh, I know I saved it.”

[...] Go, go, go.
Why not have a band play and give balloons away?
There’s nothing like killing birds
To clean up the business section.
We could feature a Starling Day, for our centennial celebration,
Such elation as the city fathers
And other pot-bellied elders
Did their best to keep the city clean.
We could give ice cream away to the kids who killed the most,
The hosts of observers could yell the cheer:
“Oh, it takes such courage and it takes such brawn
To drop the blackbirds on the County House lawn.”

[...] “Oh, didn’t you know?” she said. [...]

[...] Oh-oh: Now there’s another idea for a book—one built around the fan mail, with permissions, of course. [...]

(“Oh.” [...]

(“Oh.” [...]

[...] It was 100.2. “Oh, you do have a fever,” she said. [...]

[...] Oh—and I did move my feet a little more than usual in hydro—both of them....” [...]

[...] “Oh-oh, there’s more —” and she went back into “her” trance almost at once.)