“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Carl had a brainstorm; we placed our bathroom scale on the tabletop finally when the pressure was “going good,” and requested A A to continue building up the pressure so that Carl, who was on the side of the table manifesting the pressure at that time, could measure the force he used to get the table back on the floor solidly. [...]

(I stood back in a corner by the bookcase; the table had worked its way toward the bathroom door, which was closed. [...]

[...] Jane wanted to go to a back room; but the bathroom door was closed. [...]

[...] When I mentioned this in class, one had no idea of what kind of towels were in the bathroom. The other said my description seemed to apply to those in his bathroom linen closet. [...] “Come on, check out the bathroom,” he said, as everyone laughed. [...]

[...] Now I stood by the bathroom door. [...]

[...] Sometime during the night I “awakened” to find myself standing in a bathroom. [...]

(Frank Longwell also visited today—before Jim did, as a matter of fact —and helped Jane experiment with certain exercises for her legs in the bathroom. [...]

(I’m still carrying Jane in the bathroom, and making out with a minimum of discomfort. [...]

He has not had nearly as much difficulty with his trousers in the bathroom, and the old image has been largely altered. [...]

From my writing table at the right of the entrance to our bathroom, I could easily look at Bill as he sat in our Kennedy rocker, facing the bathroom entrance itself. [...]

As soon as break arrived, Bill announced that he had seen an image in the bathroom doorway. [...]

[...] He said that the dark open bathroom doorway turned a foggy white. [...]

[...] She is doing well in the bathroom with the new chair, but still feels momentary panic when she has to move from her chair onto the bed; I help her do this. [...]

[...] Jane has been having steadily increasing difficulties in the bathroom ever since the last private session was held—and, of course, even before that. [...]

[...] All of these issues are responsible for the bathroom difficulty, and once again I maintain the steady attempts of the body to recuperate. [...]

[...] As stated, today the plant which furnished the leaves used as objects sat on our bathroom windowsill. Due to the architecture of our bathroom this puts it within a foot or so of our sink. [...]

[...] In addition, the day I removed the leaves used as objects from the plant, it stood on our bathroom windowsill. [...]

He learned something important, working with his attitudes this weekend in the bathroom, when he realized that he held back his weight when he put his feet on the floor. [...]

[...] I finally found the glasses in the bathroom. [...]

[...] I might have to go in and go to the bathroom, which I don’t want to do—then come back out here and see what I can do—maybe have a session....” [...]

[...] Intertwined with these events were many others in recent days: The john in the cellar bathroom backed up and flooded part of the floor; I had to call the plumber—who’s been here and gone. [...]

[...] One of the first things Jane told me, after I asked her to speak, was that the bathroom light bothered her. [...] But I turned the bathroom light off.

[...] At the same time, she had a lot of material in mind from Seth—on the glass experience; a dream I’d had on August 1, in which I’d found her lying on the floor in the bathroom doorway; and a fairly strong earthquake that had struck south of San Francisco, California, this afternoon. [...]

[...] Doors slammed in the hospital corridor, and at the bathroom entrance to 330. [...]

[...] He should continue going to the bathroom as he has. [...]

[...] She’d maneuvered somewhat better in the bathroom this morning, and said her right hip worked well.

[...] Right then, she hadn’t been to the bathroom since noon. “I’d go if I had to,” she protested, but I answered that she’d simply trained her body to wait as long as possible for such natural acts; then she could avoid all the discomfort of getting into the bathroom and on the john, etc. [...]

[...] “Make believe I’m there in the bathroom, just out of sight, or out in the hall.” [...]

[...] We estimated that at the proper time I’d just quit painting for the morning and was washing my brushes at the bathroom sink—a routine task I perform each day, and one that could leave a portion of my psyche free to engage in other adventures. [...]