“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] As I did she remarked, “Oh oh, I can feel him, he’s gathering himself.” [...]

(“Oh.”)

[...] “Oh Jesus,” Jane muttered, but said little else, beyond saying that she didn’t want antibiotics. [...]

[...] Oh, all right,” she finally laughed as I worked on these notes. [...]

(4:31 p.m. “Oh,” Jane exclaimed, “we did get the title of the book! [...]

[...] Oh; and earlier, Seth came back through and helped me “down”; but this last time he didn’t and I couldn’t seem to “find him.”

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

[...] Simply saying to yourself, “Oh yes, there we are and there I am.” [...]

“Oh, great,” I said to Rob. [...]

[...] Oh, yes—Rob’s gumboils cleared up in two days, and never returned.

(“Oh yeah,” Jane said. [...]

[...] The mouth spoke the words “Oh now please, please bear with me,” or words to that effect. [...]

[...] Oh, that traffic’s fascinating — it does things to my head and ears, inside. [...]

(“Oh, of course!” she exclaimed. [...]

[...] And oh, yes: Rick Stack and his wife, Anne Marie O’Farrell, who’s my literary agent. [...]

[...] “Oh boy,” she cried, “did you see that?”

(“Oh, he’ll never get to answer all three of them,” Jane said. [...]

When his mind is engrossed as a rule the blockage is far less unless he suddenly remembers and thinks “Oh, now I will have difficulty getting up.” [...]

[...] Oh — and I forgot to tell you. [...]

[...] Oh—leave me eight bucks, will you? [...]

(“Oh, Lord,” I said, joking. [...]

Oh yes. [...]

Oh yes, this happens in countless cases, and could happen to your plane. [...]