“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Rob put his hands on the pointer and asked a question, but it barely moved.

(Thursday, May 7, 2:45 PM: Barely visible behind a light veil, I had an impression of an upright rectangular pad covered with formal groupings of figures, as a calendar or statistics might appear. [...]

[...] Her eyes opened very briefly, and barely enough for her to see, as she struck the match. [...]

[...] Break had barely begun when she resumed briefly, in a much deeper voice, at 9:50.)

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

[...] I barely made it home, and spent the next month recuperating from a violent reaction to the horse-serum-based shot. [...]

(Jane also remembers seeing some bare lilac bushes in a neighbor’s yard, across the street and next to a grade school building’s fence. [...]

There is a temporary and initial, barely perceivable enlargement, a deep pulsing in the manner of a beating forth of cells and molecules—actually a sort of pulsation resulting in a minute but definite enlargement of tissue. [...]

Tasting those qualities to the utmost, from that framework the psyche probes the fires of vitality and being as experienced from that specific viewpoint, and the despondency can be more alive than an unprobed, barely experienced joy. [...]

[...] The dimensions that you give to physical matter barely begin to hint at the varieties of dimensions possible. [...]

(Bill barely had time to get his coat off and take a pencil and paper I offered him so that he could take his own notes, when the session began. [...]

[...] This building was barely in operation at the time I joined AAA, in August 1964; the top floors were not yet finished.

[...] There was only one small problem: She couldn’t tolerate sitting on the bare wooden seat for more than a few minutes at a time. [...]

In the session itself, Seth barely began an answer to my question. [...]

[...] Here, we congratulated ourselves, lay bared all of those beliefs and motivations that for years had been hidden and operative beneath Jane’s symptoms: Here were the real reasons—now we could eradicate her physical hassles! [...]

[...] Fortunately, it had broken off halfway up, and its tip barely missed our house. [...]

[...] Her eyes widened as she told me that I’d described an inner room in her new house perfectly, down to the bare bulb in the ceiling and the paneling. [...]

[...] I believe, now that I look back, that this time I barely glimpsed the possibility that this might be an attempt at communication with me, from where I don’t know, or that perhaps it might be a premonitory warning. [...]

[...] By contrast it looks bare toward the edge of the circle. [...]

[...] (Loudly, then whispering so softly that I could barely hear:) This book will, then, be devoted to the nature of the great sweeping emotional, religious, or biological events that often seem to engulf the individual, or to lift him or her willy-nilly in their power.

[...] [That night, however, I could do no more than barely indicate the “extra” material I’ve just finished giving, although even then I knew much of what I wanted to cover.])

[...] She seldom left the house; she could barely maneuver down the two steps into the garage off her writing room, and into our car. [...]