“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It took place in December, as I lay in bed suspended in that pleasant interlude between waking and sleeping; I’ve had other visions while in this state, incidentally.

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

[...] (Pause.) Perhaps an illness, and someone in bed.

[...] 8 Jane had a dream in which she saw a strange room, not a bedroom although there was a bed in it. [...] In addition the bed had been slept in, and the bedclothes were tossed about as though John had been quite restless. [...]

[...] Indeed, John said, it was so stuffy at night particularly that he had trouble sleeping, and was out of bed several times.

He also blocks impulses to eat during the day, or sometimes before bed. [...]

[...] At this time I seemed to be in a bed, suspended first over the trails, and then in a room.

[...] He swooped down beside my bed, skidded along the top of a covered radiator, crashed into a wall and fell down onto another radiator top at a lower level. [...]

(Jane had spent a lot of time today either on the couch or the bed [in the latter case making notes], and seemed to be better, generally speaking. [...] “I’m so sleepy I could go right to bed. [...]

[...] I added that I supposed now she’d work it so that she only went to the john once before going to bed after the session. [...] But right at this time she can barely get from her chair to sit on the john or the bed—literally.)

[...] She said she’s had more impulses to sit up on the side of the bed in recent days, since Seth first discussed that impulse on December 19. [...]

[...] It serves as the bed of perceptual information and knowledge from which the dreaming state arises in its physical form.

[...] One night as I lay in bed I had a spontaneous out-of-body experience in which I seemed to be in a crowded room speaking urgently to Bill Macdonnel (our artist friend). [...] I hadn’t been in bed ten minutes yet and I got up immediately, wrote down what happened, and told Rob.

[...] Seth stood by his bed, fully three-dimensional, looking just like Rob’s painting of him. [...]

(Friday 6/19, 9:30 PM: Halfway through my induction into the desired trance state I became aware that my forearms and hands once again felt quite enlarged intrinsically, and also quite far apart, perhaps 6 feet or so, although as I lay on my back on the bed my hands were so close to my sides they touched my hips. [...]

[...] I impulsively stooped to pick the ball up—and then on the bed I twisted my body with the effort; this was enough to break the transmission, although I don’t believe I came out of the desired state.

[...] After turning on the bed, I did try to recapture the picture, and asked the girl a question about her name, to which I received no answer.

[...] I found the ribbon in the bed of our cat on about June 20. [...]

[...] As stated I picked the red ribbon used as object from the bed of our cat on about June 20, with little idea of its history. [...]

(I did verify that they lay at my sides, however, simply by exerting a slight enough pressure downward, against the bed, to be able to feel the bed. [...]

[...] She opened the door into a room containing one full-sized bed and another adult, though smaller, bed. [...]

[...] “You can feel the right foot wanting to come up off the bed, but only the toes makes it....” [...]

[...] When she reads with the left eye open also, she can still read, but gets a “ghost image” of whatever is in front of her—my paintings on the wall at the foot of her bed, say—on the typewritten page as a miniature image. [...]

[...] She wanted to get up and get out of bed and start walking — without waiting. [...]

[...] The staff people had to change all of her bedding in the middle of the night. [...]

[...] Why do I have to leave my dear wife alone in the hospital each night, so that I feel like crying for her when I go to bed by myself in the hill house? [...]

[...] Again, when you awaken in the morning, come over to Ruburt’s side of the bed. [...]

[...] I was laying straight in bed, arms at my sides. Without warning I felt as if the bed was disappearing beneath my hands, as sand will shift away, leaving pockets of nothingness there, that kept enlarging. [...]

[...] Feeling resumed of bed disappearing beneath my hands. [...]