“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] “Oh, he’s got them stacked up to here,” and Jane patted the top of her head.

(Pat Norelli, Claire Crittenden, and Carl Watkins ate supper with Jane and me the next night, Saturday, Nov. [...]

[...] The impact of many of my statements of the past goes unrecognized, or perhaps the words sound pat, but there are other conditions of life that you do not perceive, sometimes because your time sequences are too different. [...]

(On July 4, Pat Norelli telephoned us from Boston inviting us up for as long as we wanted to stay at her apartment.)

[...] See page 149-150 for an explanation of the circumstances surrounding the questions sent to Jane by Pat Norelli’s friend Roger.

[...] She’d had a quick, almost disbelieving reaction: “Now, that’s just too pat.” [...]

[...] It does you no good for me to come here and give you a symbolic pat on the back, and say, “My chickadees, fly away—you are doing well!”—not when you are not doing well. [...]

[...] The explanation for man’s use of language sounded a bit pat, too: God just made him that way.

[...] He pats himself upon the back and thinks, “I am growing more spiritual day by day.”

If there is no life after life,
then what cosmic spendthrift formed
the universe,
for Chance alone can’t be
that prolific, or fake an order in which
an accident of such proportions
as the creation of a world
seems so inevitable,
each random element
falling pat, into place,
and each consciousness promptly appearing
with body parts all neatly assembled—
only to be squandered,
falling apart, dissolving into nothingness
while Chance grinds out newer odds.

Rob and I are both convinced that the Seth Material springs from sources beyond my self, and that it is much less distorted by pat, conventionalized symbolism than are other paranormal scripts we have encountered. [...]

[...] (Jane, as Seth, patted her midriff.) The remark was meant symbolically. [...]

You can expect news from your friend Pat Norelli, and another communication from Edwards.

You may give Ruburt a pat on the back, for all in all he deserves it.

(“And now that I’m sitting here, “she said, patting the arms of her rocker, “I can feel the material getting organized. [...]

[...] Instead, he bends down and says, my good man, et cetera, may you live long and hearty and God bless your life and then he pats himself on the back and thinks, I am growing more spiritual day by day. [...]

“You did terrifically, hon,” I exclaimed, patting her on a knee. [...]

[...] You cannot honestly criticize your society, stand apart from it, and expect it to pat you on the back—that is asking too much of people.

Patting myself on the back, I may elaborate. [...]

[...] This is another excellent analogy, if you’ll forgive me for patting myself on the back.