“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

‘Oh, sweetheart, if only you were here with me to see this,’ I said aloud to Jane. And as I talked to her I suddenly found myself crying for her again there in the semi-dark night while the wind seethed and roared. Deep wrenching sobs began in my legs and stomach and rose up through my chest. I tried to keep talking to her, but could not. ‘It must be better where you are,’ I finally gasped, ‘but you should see this. It’s so wonderful …’ And as I spoke I intuitively understood that the motion of the wind was an excellent creative metaphor for the motion of Jane’s soul, that its cool feel upon my face could be the physical version of her caring for me ‘from where she is.’ The storm of my grief eased after a while, but the wind and the light rain continued. I dozed. When I woke half an hour later the wind had diminished a great deal. I felt drained. I went into the kitchen for a glass of water. Was Jane’s soul resting from its earlier great commotion, or had she moved away for the moment while exploring other aspects of her new reality that were perhaps out of range to us earthbound creatures? I crawled back into my bag and slept until dawn.

[...] There is a brief but vital moment when you are dealing with the underlying vitality of which I have spoken.

[...] But for this moment, you pluck this vitality from the inner senses. [...]

[...] According to Rob, he behaved in a most energetic fashion, pacing the room as usual, stopping to joke with Rob, or pausing for a moment to look out the window. [...]

[...] There is also a transforming process involved, much like the moment that we have spoken about in the creation of a painting.

[...] He stood talking for a moment with a woman who remained inside. [...] So I waited; in a moment, the doctor came down the steps. [...]

[...] When Seth paused for a moment, he asked, “You said once that the shock of birth was worse than the shock of death. [...]

For a moment I didn’t know what to say. [...]

[...] At that moment, I felt another sharp jolt at the back of my neck and instantly found myself back in my bedroom, fully alert and awake.

[...] The next moment, she would be herself again. [...]

[...] We began this one with the Ouija board, but after only a few moments, I shoved it aside and began dictating as Seth. [...]

[...] Rob waited for a few moments, wondering whether or not to interrupt me. [...]

Then the images dispersed, and for a very brief moment, there seemed to be a gray fog, and through it I seemed to see the town in a still more distant past. [...]

Our sessions are important and not to be put off at the mood of the moment. [...]

[...] It was in the way, and he kept waiting for the most favorable moment to dispense with it and begin speaking for me, so that he became anxious. [...]

[...] Would you for a moment turn off your main light and open your blinds and curtains so that I can look out into the snowy night?

[...] We no longer took for granted the normal day with its succession of moments. [...]

[...] I realized he was right the moment he spoke.

In your quiet unguarded moments, you still say, ‘Who breathes? [...]

[...] I waited quietly, and in a moment or two the sensation was gone. [...]

[...] For a moment I just sat there. [...]