“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Something red connected with snorkeling… A twin advantage, the name Gert, I believe, connection with small balls, not made of rubber.

[...] The test object was a ball-point pen drawing of a dog; my four-year-old nephew made it while my brother Bill’s family and Jane and I visited my parents last Sunday. [...]

[...] Bill’s son is named David, he is four years old, and it is he who drew the test object, with a black ball-point pen on white paper.

[...] You both came close to this recognition during your vacation when you discussed a black ball or atmosphere that you threw back and forth, a pall.

There would have been no overwhelming conflict for him, hence no such physical symptoms as he has encountered, if he was content, you see, basically to let you carry the financial ball—in other words, if he were truly a dependent personality.

[...] And yet I will tell you, that as a frivolous female who loved to play with a ball in the bright afternoon and had no chores to perform, seemingly an idle life and seemingly a quite useless personality .... [...]

[...] And yet I will tell you, that as a frivolous female who loved to play with a ball in the bright afternoon and had no chores to perform, seemingly an idle life and seemingly a quite useless personality—I was not burdened with intellect—and yet in that one particular life I learned more about the nature of spontaneity and joy than in many of my ponderous intellectual existences. [...]

Imagine that your fear is a ball and throw it out the window. [...]

[...] Also you tossed fears between you like a ball, so that when one was optimistic the other one was down. [...]

[...] “Something like Christ being a central pole, with twelve balls revolving around him but radiating outward at the same time,” she said. [...]

[...] I suppose what bothers me about the whole thing is a sneaking feeling I have that Prentice-Hall’s attitude would be the same no matter what we thought; that they aren’t on the ball in that department.

[...] Ruburt’s beliefs on his own, concerning his writing and money, carried the ball despite his worrying tendencies. [...]

[...] Her desire to attend a spectacular ball, and meet the prince, initiates a series of magical events, none following the dictates of logic. [...]

Doom was a toy ball.
We toss it high
And laughed to see
The rockets rise.

[...] A connection with small balls, but not made of rubber.

I sit in a swivel chair
with smooth ball bearings.
Without warning, I turn myself
around in a complete circle,
but nothing disturbs
my world vision,
and objects appear on all sides
with sweet precision,
as if a projector in my head
sends out invisible rays that turn
into images, so I
always seem inside
dimensions of depth
and weight.

[...] She said that even when Seth is talking about her, when she is balling herself out so to speak, she has no urge to interrupt him in her own behalf or defense.

[...] But tonight, when we wanted to have one to get back on the ball, she said she didn’t have any feeling for a session at all.

Mitzi, running up and down the stairs (as she was doing even now, chasing her wadded-up paper ball), is an example of the love of excitement and activity with which both man and animals are innately endowed. [...]

[...] You (JB and SW) used your energy like a ball that a child plays with, both you and Ruburt. [...]

(Then Bill went ahead, his body curled up into a ball, much like a fetal position. I saw him coast over the edge of the fall. [...]