“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] For some reason that day I’d forgotten to stopper the storm door, and the sudden blast of wind had slammed it shut with enough force to shatter the bottom of the two glass panels.

[...] Also along the bottom edge of the object a coating of the white gesso was to be seen, residue from the panel itself. [...]

[...] (Now holding the envelope vertically, Jane ran a finger along the bottom edge of the envelope.) Perhaps on two sides of the object.

[...] You are not at the top nor at the bottom of the heap of consciousness, so to speak. [...]

[...] In concentrated form this could be seen on the bottoms of the feet particularly. [...]

When I speak of levels of the subconscious, I do so only for simplicity’s sake, since there is after all no top or bottom to the mind, but only a present point of focus from which viewpoints may be taken, and new perspectives formed. [...]

At the bottom so to speak, will be found a layer of the subconscious dealing with racial heritage, concerning the dim first materialization of man; and beneath this a heritage dealing with a comprehension of reality as concerned in physical matter before the physical evolution of man, following backward to that first inner self within its mental enclosure, that was adept enough to translate and transform its psychic energy to form the first, most minute physical materialization, from which all other physical constructions then flowed.

(The bottom of Jane’s right foot moved some. [...]

[...] You are not at the top nor at the bottom of the heap of consciousness, so to speak. [...]

[...] There is a brown high grass in this one area and the bottom of the trees is black and there are large berries. [...]

(Bill and I tried to pin down the route of the Brotzanin II, and seemed to get a course that included the Azores as first stop, then around the bottom of Africa at the Cape of Good Hope, up the east coast to Madagascar and Zanzibar. [...]

[...] There is a brown high grass in this one area and the bottom of the trees is black and there are large berries. [...]

[...] The bottom of the clipping was also rough, and I clipped it evenly with scissors before filing it; this was before I thought of using it as object; Jane of course knew I saved the article because it pertained to Bill Macdonnel. As it happened my clipping the article along the bottom made it fit just right between the usual two pieces of Bristol, and into the double envelopes.

[...] A square object, perhaps a small square shape at the top center of the object, balanced by another shape at the bottom center.

(“A square object, perhaps a small square shape at the top center of the object, balanced by another shape at the bottom center.” [...]

[...] There is a string of symbols across the bottom of the object, but mainly of letters, rather than numbers.

[...] The initials U.S. appear in the line of copy across the bottom of the object: 1 cent U. S. Postage 1 cent.

(Long pause.) While you and Ruburt embark upon a resolved path of getting to the bottom of Ruburt’s difficulties, it is highly important that Ruburt in particular increase his experience of pleasure, and his concentration upon it, so that pleasure can counter any other emotionally distressful feelings that may emerge along the way.

—as a rock bottom answer, that both of you can use to escape doing what you do not want to do. [...]

[...] There is no top nor bottom to the self... [...]

[...] Among them are 417, bottom left corner on the back of the card, and 149 as part of the ZIP code number of our address.

[...] At bottom center on the back of the object, in small capital lettering, is the logo and address of: DP—Dexter Press, Inc., West Nyack, New York. [...]

[...] In one day, often, he stirs up many issues without getting to the bottom of any given one. [...]

[...] This effect symbolizes Jane and me at the bottom or base of the pyramid, with Seth in the middle and Seth’s entity, represented by the new voice, at the top or peak.

[...] But if he goes far enough, the scuba diver must somewhere come to the bottom of the ocean, and I don’t believe there is any bottom or boundary to this inner reality. [...]