“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She fell asleep immediately. [...]

Now: In one dream when you were asleep, when you were seemingly not rational, when your intellect was seemingly not operating, you perceived information about your past physical environment. [...]

[...] The feeling lasted for well over a minute, I would estimate; finally it began to diminish or fade out, and I fell asleep again. [...]

[...] Ruburt, though he does not know this yet consciously, is also in another class in another dimension of reality—for I teach him while he is asleep. [...]

[...] Therefore, the physical organism reacts to this continuous unconscious mental activity in the form of continuing dream experiences, whether or not the individual is awake or asleep. [...]

[...] Perhaps it envelops me, but I do not fall asleep or lose myself in nothingness. [...]

[...] Your few experiences with autosuggestion upon falling asleep have been ego-bound. [...]

[...] 6/7, 3:30 AM: Had been asleep but woke up. [...]

[...] My outcry, my thrashing about in bed and waving my arms, of course startled Jane; I believe she had not yet fallen asleep. [...]

[...] Ruburt was not perceiving with his own physical senses, nor was he asleep.

[...] While at work in my own writing room I occasionally hear her talking to herself as she sits at her card table in the living room, just down the hall: I’ve learned that on such occasions, she’s asleep and often dreaming aloud, solving the psychological equations continually arising among the levels of her psyche as she pursues her chosen learning processes. [...]

[...] No other sensation or experience followed, and she fell asleep.

[...] I returned to the living room and found her leaning back on the couch, asleep—and with a lighted cigarette in her hand. [...]

[...] Then she began to gently snore: She was asleep, of course. [...]

[...] I fell asleep instantly.

[...] I see Carl next to me, and I relax, fall asleep and wake up in my physical bed.

(Pause.) The sleepwalkers, as we will call them, were not asleep to themselves, and would seem so only from your viewpoint. [...]

(I fell asleep almost at once when we went to bed. [...]

[...] There was no end to them, and there still isn’t. Like, why had I stayed way later than usual on the night of her death—so late that I fell asleep in my chair beside her bed after she had fallen asleep? [...]

[...] And my notes follow: (For the last several days Jane has been telling me about a string of insights and revelations she has been experiencing, both asleep and awake. [...]

[...] She fell asleep, then drifted off into a relatively bland dream. [...]

[...] Then I gave myself the suggestion several times and fell asleep.