“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The object was a pencil drawing I made of Jane this afternoon, without her knowledge. [...]

[...] A meeting of four people in the afternoon. [...]

[...] Jane’s father Del, who is 6’ 2”, gave us the serape Jane was sitting on when I sketched her this afternoon.

(“Thursday afternoon at desk, May 3/73, on Seth’s book:

There seem to be five women with whom your wife will be involved on a Thursday afternoon. [...]

[...] Mary Ellen is scheduled to attend, or have, a Sarah Coventry party soon, on a Thursday afternoon or evening, John said, and will be involved with four other women in particular. [...]

[...] When I set out to do the job that afternoon, Jane suggested using catnip on the towel. [...] I fed her a few times that afternoon, and succeeded in making friends okay. [...]

(Sunday afternoon, November 5, I devoted to a long pendulum session, concerning my attitudes as related to Jane’s symptoms; it was most beneficial and rewarding, and we were anxious to have Seth’s comments on it this evening.

[...] This afternoon, incidentally, Jane and I spent in Sayre, visiting my father in the hospital, eating supper with mother, etc.

[...] At the same time, she had a lot of material in mind from Seth—on the glass experience; a dream I’d had on August 1, in which I’d found her lying on the floor in the bathroom doorway; and a fairly strong earthquake that had struck south of San Francisco, California, this afternoon. [...]

(And trusting her impulses, Jane slept for a couple of hours this afternoon—yet wasn’t happy with herself for doing so when she awoke. [...]

[...] This weekend—it’s Sunday afternoon as I type this—we’ve been literally so occupied that we didn’t take the time to go food shopping for the week’s supply. [...]

(Late this afternoon Jane received a call from a senior editor of Time magazine. [...]

At mid-afternoon yesterday I lay down for a nap on the waterbed, so I could be close to Jane, who sat at the card table. [...]

[...] The afternoon was cold. [...]

[...] (Jane’s happened on Monday afternoon, December 9, while mine took place this afternoon.) Jane’s was especially clear, featuring a communication from Stella Butts — who was seemingly quite “herself.” [...]

[...] “Maybe Seth will talk about our own things instead of giving dictation — your material on your father [which I received this past Sunday evening], or what you got on your mother this afternoon. [...]

(This afternoon I mowed some grass out front as soon as it stopped raining, then typed last night’s session, almost finishing it. [...]

(This afternoon I mailed to Prentice-Hall the corrected page proofs for The God of Jane.

[...] This afternoon, when I told her it was okay to relax, “even to walk,” she said “something melted” inside her, and she became more relaxed. [...]

[...] In the ordinary schedule he becomes tired and blue toward the end of the afternoon if he feels that he has not done enough work.

[...] He is also still worried about you; should he suddenly decide he felt like going on a shopping expedition in the middle of the afternoon, what would your reaction be? [...]

[...] Several times both morning and afternoon when he is at his desk. [...]

(Anyhow, Jane seemed to feel a bit better about it, so I went along when she even talked about a session this afternoon. [...]

(So far, Jane and I haven’t been able to find a home that we intuitively feel is the right one, although the place on Foster Avenue has intrigued us considerably since we first saw it on February 3. [Since then we’ve looked at many other houses.] Last Thursday afternoon [February 13], Jane was busy with her creative writing class so I went house hunting alone. [...]

(Then in Sayre, Pennsylvania, this afternoon [Monday the 17th], we found ourselves participating in house-related developments that took us back in time more than nine months.⁹ Jane and I don’t believe in coincidences. [...]

8. As she lay down for a nap last Friday afternoon, Jane asked her inner self to let her know what to do — specifically — about buying the house on Foster Avenue. [...]

[...] This afternoon Jane and I had spontaneously decided to lay our work aside and go for a drive. [...]

[...] A connection with a destination in the afternoon, and with three.

(“A connection with a destination in the afternoon, and with three.” [...]

[...] “Floyd” said he’d be here this afternoon. [...]

[...] They mentioned going on a trip (on Saturday), and specifically asked if they could visit that same afternoon. [...]

On the envelope of the letter containing the queries about Seth’s validity, Jane had penned a few lines as she sat at her desk yesterday afternoon: