“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] In the past any such experiences have been accidental on your parts. [...]

[...] It is an accidental universe, or it is not.

[...] No man is sent accidentally, and innocently, off to war. [...]

[...] There will be more to come, and many will seem as accidental as Roarck’s happening into your household.

Science has seen man as an accidental product of an uncaring universe, a creature literally without a center of meaning, where consciousness was the result of a physical mechanism that only happened to come into existence, and that had no reality outside of that structure. [...]

(“Were there earlier demonstrations by the flame that weren’t accidental?”)

[...] … When science progresses on various planes, then such visitations become less accidental and more planned. [...]

[...] In accidental ways that would be quite humorous if they weren’t so personal, we’ve also learned what negative ideas others can have about us: A person will inadvertently reveal to us, during a conversation, or in a letter or over the telephone, the unflattering opinions his or her mate, or parents, or friends, really have of Jane and me and the work we’re engaged in with the Seth material.

[...] It might be added here that out of a whole page of strings of letters, there were no instances of accidental spellings of words—not even short words like to, as, but, is, on, etc. [...]

[...] We’re still fighting our conventional wars, but now we have to face the threat of national or species disaster through the escalation of an “ordinary” war into one in which nuclear weapons are either accidentally or deliberately used.

It could hardly have been accidental, then, that beginning on June 17, 1981, our deep need led to Jane’s spontaneous production of her own sinful-self material. [...]

[...] I hardly think it accidental now that such an inquiry came just when Jane’s abilities seemed about to ripen in the particular way they did that night.

[...] A self is not simply the accidental personification of the body’s biological mechanism. [...]

[...] Neither of us may tell or show the other everything—I just hadn’t been present when she wrote the poem, and she let it lie in her 1981 journal, where I “accidentally” came across it some time later. [...]

[...] (She began to slack off from Magical Approach early last October—two months ago—after working well on the first three chapters.) Tonight, I even speculated, admitted my fear, that in a way she’s embarked upon a long-range campaign to at least drastically reduce, if not eliminate, her communication with the world, for one sacrifice follows another in an order that can hardly be accidental, Jane revealed that she’d had similar thoughts.

(Within such a gloomy framework, then, I think it legitimate to ask how the species can consciously stress its accidental presence in the cosmos, yet demand that its members be the most “moral” of creatures. [...]

[...] Hardly accidental, any of that. [...]

[...] Jane and I came to believe that it was hardly accidental that her mother quickly became bedridden—for life—following the departure of her husband. [...]