“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] No one perceives the same chair [all of the time], though perhaps a given chair will seem to be “the same one” seen from different angles.

[...] You were at right angles you see between the two groups of people.

[...] Her eyes remained closed, The candle was to her right, approximately at right angles to her body as she sat facing forward. [...]

[...] I also recall a small pencil drawing Bill has done of his father in a similar position, but from a full-face angle.)

[...] For another thing, because of the program format the trance was cut short, and this gave me the opportunity to study the trance phenomenon from a different angle.

[...] I cannot be sure that I am choosing an object that carries little charge, however, for Seth’s data will often shoot off at an angle entirely unexpected by me. [...]

[...] “But it was something like a moving picture I was looking at from some crazy angle. [...]

[...] This is quite possible, since I noticed during the experiment that she held the sealed envelope at various angles. [...]

[...] Twice she made determined efforts to write larger; when she did she wrote very large and with much force, and the letters leaned at odd angles and had a stiff feeling to them. [...]

[...] Then, from another angle, she explored related ideas in Adventures; see Chapter 19, “Earth Experience as a White Hole,” in which she wrote, “What kind of a structured universe could explain both the inner and exterior worlds? [...]

[...] I do think that communication among entities, whether they’re physical or nonphysical, is always going on, and from every conceivable angle and in every way. [...]

[...] I know the angle changed somewhat, since we had set the mike on the table so it directly faced her when she was sitting down. [...]

[...] It will also be rather unorthodox—more like a series of conscious and unconscious reminiscences and free associations, moving back and forth in time as I approach sets of ideas from various angles while seeking to learn more about my wife even now, 18 years after her death. [...]

[...] The hawk or eagle was completely in control in his or her flight, Deb and I were at no time in danger, but he or she flew in and actually looked at us almost face to face and then showed us a full in-flight wing span a meter wide (three feet or more) as he or she turned up the angle of flight and soared back up again, just over our heads. [...]

[...] All that work can’t be described here, but we accomplished our main goal: exploring from new angles the relationships involving Jane, Seth, and our physical [camouflage] reality.