“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] In this case, whether the hallucination ends with him riding the animal, making friends with it, domesticating it, killing it or being killed by it, each alternative… (Jane coughed, then paused and took a sip of beer) is carefully weighed, and the results will have much to do with his future development.

[...] And I wondered: What must I look like to Rob as I leaned forward as Seth, smiling, (my glasses off, Seth’s eyes darker than mine), joking as Seth, gesturing, waiting while Rob got me (Jane), a beer? [...]

[...] We invited our guest in for a beer. [...]

Rest your hand a moment, and open our friend some beer.

(10:29.) You had better give him some beer and cigarettes, and we will continue.

(Long pause.) Ruburt may finish his glass of beer, and then return to the recommendation made earlier.

Either take a break or get our friend a beer, or both, but the session is important....

[...] Jane smoked a cigarette and sipped a beer as she waited for the session to start, she was in the process of turning her consciousness inward, actually, on her way to meet Seth in a nonphysical journey that had nothing to do with our ordinary concepts of space or distance.

[...] I opened a beer for Jane.)

[...] Rest your hand, and get our friend some beer.

[...] We split a beer. [...]

[...] Take a break or rest your hand and get him a beer while I leave him in trance. [...]

[...] Pieces of paper Rob picked up in the streets, leaves, beer coasters, chunks of hair, photographs, sketches, bills—all were used at one time or another. [...]

(Jane and I cannot say exactly who was at the table when it broke, although we know that neither of us was, nor was Curt Kent, who sat to one side drinking beer. [...]

[...] A fan (Larry), here from Pennsylvania, says he has a new 2nd job — in grocery chain convenient market (that sells basics — nothing fancy; eggs, milk, beer, etc.). [...]

[...] Still in trance, Jane took time to sip at a beer and light a cigarette. [...]

(Jane lit a cigarette and sipped at a beer. [...]

[...] A glass of beer hit the floor. [...]

[...] Her beer was gone, but since I had a little left in my glass she reached over and helped herself.²)

[...] She’d been drinking beer, and had to go. [...]