“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] In this experiment, we sat at a bare table in the dimly-lit room. [...]

He stuttered because the pain from the small burn through subconscious association became, for the first time in this existence, penance for the barely remembered past offense. [...]

[...] Seth was giving her the material so fast that she had trouble keeping up with it; her delivery had been so fast I had barely managed to keep up with it, in turn. [...]

[...] When Jane got up she could barely move about her chair. [...]

[...] Now however the hail created a drumfire so loud that I could barely hear Jane, although she sat but three feet away. [...]

(In addition to the teacher’s house, we had indeed looked briefly at a rebuilt schoolhouse owned by Mr. Marvin, whom Jane and I barely know. [...]

[...] The painting always struck the personality deeply, reminding him, because of the face portrait and the background, of the bare and ancient land from which he had once come, and to which he returned.

[...] The large majority of people are confused, besieged, and struggling without any clear idea of why they are in such a state, and with barely a hundredth fraction of your insight or understanding, unable to form their own framework, yet aware that the conventional one is sadly lacking. [...]

The dream data was correct in its bare essentials. [...]

[...] The path was worn down to the bare earth. [...]

(“I had two illegitimate children [class laughter], a mistress that sneaked into my private study, a magician that I kept in case I did not do too well on my own, a housekeeper who was pregnant every year that I had her, and three daughters who joined a nunnery because I would not have them — and I am referred to in barely three paltry lines, for my reign did not last very long.

[...] The second cat barely enjoyed such reinforcement at all and quickly succumbed. [...]

As I told you many sessions ago, I tell you once again: Our sessions are but barely beginning. [...]

The rational approach, built up around this framework, insists that the best way to solve a problem is to concentrate upon it, to project its effects into the future, to ruminate upon its consequences, “to stare at the bare facts head on.”

(Alice is a cousin to my family although we barely know her. [...]

[...] She lived in an apartment right at the corner of Walnut and Water Streets, but she was not a close friend — barely an acquaintance — and we saw her rarely. [...]

[...] On the last line of the data on Miss Bunn some numbers are barely legible; we can see the impression of four numbers in a row here also.

In all of this I’ve barely hinted at the complicated relationships involving other family members from the past, present, and future. [...]

[...] The break was short because we had barely begun to go over the material when Jane said “Wow, I can feel him coming back with some good stuff, so we’d better get ready.”)

[...] While sitting in the sun, smoking the one cigarette she had with her—it is shown in the sketch, which means she smoked it after I finished the drawing—she looked for a bare spot of ground against which to put the smoke out. [...]