“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] On Saturday, October 27, I’d evidently come down with a “bug” of some kind —whether physical or psychological, and haven’t felt good at all since. [...] We’d seen recent notices on TV of a local bug going around, but I didn’t know if that was involved or not. [...]

[...] When I said I wouldn’t bug her any more about reading, she said I talked like a martyr. [...]

(We also discussed a letter Jane had received today from a young man who’d visited us unannounced a couple of months ago; he thinks he’s being bugged by nasty voices from outer space; before that he’d insisted that Seth was speaking through him. [...]

(Willy kept bugging me as I tried to make notes for this session—sitting as he does close to me on the couch, wanting to stare at me and be petted at the same time, while I try to accomplish something. [...]

[...] In spite of the very reasonable tone of the material in it, to me it seemed to fly in the face of all of the accumulated fears that had been bugging me, and Jane also, I thought. [...]

[...] I knew things bugged me — working, being an artist, or trying to, and so forth — but not anything to do with her. [...]

[...] Frank Longwell cited a case whereby his brother Waldo obtained encouraging answers to a set of business problems that had been bugging the Longwells for some time. [...]

[...] Some nights the (singing) bugs in the small back woods were louder than the sound of our television set. [...]

[...] This intellect will still be bugging you. [...]

[...] If your child believes that a particular illness is caused by a virus, then suggest a game in which the youngster imagines the virus to be a small bug that he or she triumphantly chases away with a broom, or sweeps out the door. [...]

[...] The men were employed by the “plumbers,” a secret group working for the Republican President Richard Nixon’s Committee to Re-Elect the President, and their tasks were to photograph records and to check upon listening devices — “bugs” — that had been planted in the offices during a first illegal entry in May. [...]

[...] Lately I’ve more or less given up bugging her to have sessions, since it seemed that that activity was beyond her means at this time. [...]

[...] I’ve probably done this sort of thing myself, but it really bugs me. [...]

Years ago, when the Gallery of Silence people began to bug him, he felt threatened, afraid that he would become the brunt of fanatics or extremists. [...]

(I also asked that Seth comment on Jane’s teeth, and on the “bug,” or whatever, that I’d been really bothered by for the last two weeks. [...]

Jane did such a fine job interpreting the dream (in my estimation!) that I didn’t bug her for more details. [...]

[...] Willy began to chase bugs. [...]

(“You said earlier that when Willy and the bug created each other, they saw solidity in infrared. [...]

([Joel:] “In the beginning, with the first example, before we filled and compounded the frustration, the charges, would you have recommended an action like saying, ‘come on, this is wrong and I have probably done this sort of thing myself, but this is wrong and it really bugs me and that we got to get up and get to work here, be honest with him at that level. [...]

[...] Each time I think of beginning MAGICAL APPROACH I feel this reluctance; I’m not sure what bugs me, the copying of records, putting together the days events or what—but i want more of the fun and magic of it for myself, and less hard work. [...]

Occasionally Jane will record a Sumari song when I’m out of the house; I may hear her play it later, but I don’t “bug” her about sharing it with me. [...]