“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The first was written on my birthday.

Birthday

[...] I had originally suggested the day after his birthday to end his smoking habit, simply because it would be relatively easy for him at that time. [...]

The spontaneity that allowed him to deviate from his usual schedule is largely responsible for the whole book, for his original intention was merely to write a few humorous verses for out cat lover’s birthday. [...]

(On Friday, January 21, she wrote 10 poems for Peggy’s birthday in the space of 2 1/2-3 hours. [...]

—I give Ruburt my heartiest wishes for his birthday, though he is far older than his tender 39 years. [...]

(Jane’s ESP students gave her flowers for her birthday on May 8..

Tell yourself you will make no decision until after your birthday, or after the holidays, or that you will put off any decision for a month, or even a week — whatever you feel most comfortable with.

[...] I quoted a poem (on animal consciousness) from a book of sketches and untitled poetry that Jane had created for my birthday last June. [...]

(I didn’t eat lunch because Lynn had arranged a surprise birthday party for one of the nurses, and she invited me to share in the food. [...]

(Now Christina was sounding off in jumbled English and Russian, singing bits and pieces of Merry Christmas, Happy Birthday, Georgia, and so forth. [...]

(One of the new nurses had her 20th birthday today. [...]

[...] May 8 was Jane’s birthday and we celebrated at the Gallaghers’ home.

[...] He should keep a close watch upon his smoking now, and immediately after his birthday he should break the habit completely. [...]

[...] An incident involving a birthday cake, and fire, though not disastrous. [...]

[...] Georgia, Mary Jean, and Jan came in to kid around, eat chocolate-covered graham crackers, and drop veiled references to the birthday party they’re planning for me tomorrow. [...]

[...] For one thing, the number of excellent, well-meaning letters, and the birthday cards (and telegrams) were meant to show Ruburt that he was regarded with affection and honor and not held up in scorn.

In the same way you experience a birthday party, an automobile accident, a bridge game, or any psychological event as psychologically solid, with a smooth experienced surface that holds together in space and time. [...]

[...] This morning she did an acrylic of the mums Frank Longwell had given her for her coming birthday.

There was I believe a birthday about the same time, and the name Harvard somehow connected here. [...]

[...] “Like from that actress, and the birthday cards, and the flowers….”

Could it be his wife’s birthday perhaps? [...]

[...] Enclosed was some belated birthday money.)