“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

He had, in fact, given some excellent suggestions earlier, which still served to protect him during the afternoon. [...]

[...] The official line of consciousness is really the “worrier,” because it recognizes that it can only go so far, and usually it is not educated enough to realize it is itself sustained and supported — and now I bid you a fond good afternoon, and I do indeed adjust those coordinates that do quicken Ruburt’s healing processes.

(The envelope object was a bill I had received this afternoon for art supplies, and which Jane had never seen. [...]

[...] Three o’clock in the afternoon when they visited, I believe. [...]

[...] This afternoon, October 24, Marjorie asked me to locate the pencils and stumps I wanted in The Art Shop storeroom. [...]

1. Yesterday afternoon, Sunday, I lay down for a nap. [...]

This afternoon, Monday, I decided upon a nap once again, and once again I was aware of myself as the Roman officer; at least I thought I was that individual. [...]

At least to some degree, Jane’s exploration last Friday afternoon of those super-real models for our world represented her use of the sixth inner sense — the same one, she wrote in Chapter 19 of The Seth Material, that “… also shows itself in inspirations, and episodes of spontaneous ‘knowing.’ Surely this sense was partially responsible for my Idea Construction manuscript.” [...]

Now: I bid you another most fond good afternoon.

(In the meantime, Miss Callahan’s relatives moved her and her nurse into her apartment on Saturday afternoon, May 16. [...]

(I had to go food shopping this afternoon, and while I was out Kenneth Wrigley called from Dr. Sonsire’s office. [...]

[...] It was raining heavily, just as it had done periodically yesterday afternoon. [...]

For Ruburt, with the longer afternoon now, a clear break with perhaps a walk and a small snack in the middle of the afternoon, will allow him extra and most enjoyable working time before dinner. [...]

[...] A note: Jane called Tam Mossman of Prentice-Hall this afternoon.)

[...] Jane is correct in the idea she received from me this afternoon. [...]

(This afternoon we’d had a strong thunderstorm. [...]

[...] Jane talked to this Evelyn twice in the afternoon by phone, but on neither occasion did EG mention anything about an auto accident, etc.

Now: I bid you a most fond good afternoon. [...]

(For the past few days I’ve done little “creative” work, beyond working on my watercolor portrait of Mrs. Johnson, the subject of my dream of last November, for an hour or two in the mornings; then in the afternoons I’ve typed these sessions and written the required notes for the record. [...]

Then you do not resent the afternoon rackets, but accept neighborhood noises as the world’s activity, and it becomes—though you will not believe me—a refreshing and needed counterpoint. [...]

[...] It had started in mid-afternoon after she had received an OK from Tam Mossman re the publication of her book of poetry, Dialogues — at least as far as Tam is concerned. [...]

[...] This afternoon Jane reread the letter, and wondered if Seth might give more material in reply; as she worked on Heroics she did get a line or two from Seth, commenting on that possibility. [...]

(This afternoon, I gave myself suggestions that I have a projection experience when I lay down, but I did not succeed. [...]

(I also learned that no particular painting of mine was involved, nor were my efforts to project this afternoon; that the survival personality was unknown to me, and that the pendulum couldn’t tell me who the personality was.

[...] The obvious implications posed by the wills did nothing to cheer her up. ¹ Still, trusting her impulses, she slept for a couple of hours this afternoon—then, perversely, wasn’t happy with herself for doing so when she woke up. [...]

(When Jane lay down for a nap late this afternoon she had quite an unusual experience. [...]

(The swelling on her shoulder was up again, but I noticed there was no drainage at all from her knee, nor was there for the rest of the afternoon. [...]