“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

You burn and use energy at a different rate. [...]

[...] The candle burned with a low flame, one perhaps a quarter-inch high. [...]

[...] She stared at me as she spoke for the most part, although occasionally she drew upon a cigarette that she had left burning in an ashtray beside her. [...]

[...] Marie—and others—told her that she would burn herself out and die before she was 20 years old. [...]

[...] She had left a cigarette burning however, and her eyes soon began to open. [...]

[...] As with the burning chicken described in the last session, she paid no attention; during delivery she seems to be largely impervious to distractions.)

NOTE: On April 13 at 6:00 A.M., the huge K Mart at the Mattydale Shopping Center near Syracuse burned in a sudden fire. [...]

[...] Consciousness itself, when physically oriented, burns up the chemicals. [...]

[...] The idea of an infinitely expanding universe, with all of its stars ultimately burned out and all life extinct, is still the view largely accepted today; it’s based on the red shift measurements of some of the supposedly receding galaxies, their apparent brightnesses, the “missing mass” of the universe, and other very technical data. [...]

[...] The candle flame remained unchanged, burning steadily at an estimated height of 1 1/4 inches.

[...] The candle flame burned at the same steady height.

[...] On the other hand, we didn’t ask for one; we were too burned up not to have reports on the results.

[...] He does much night work, and his office lights have many times been burning while a session was in progress.

—like a child who is about to be burned.

[...] My writing hand felt a kind of numb fatigue, and my eyes burned from cigarette smoke; but Seth/Jane, staring at me and smiling from so close by, seemed set and able to go on forever.)

[...] Ruburt’s very early poetry offended Father (Boyle), who burned his books on the fall of Rome, so he had more than a hypothetical feeling about such issues. [...]

[...] Right now I’ll make just one point: The priest, burning Jane’s books in the backyard of the house she lived in, taught the growing girl in most specific terms that she had to protect her natural abilities and her inquiring mind even from the very institution—the Roman Catholic Church—that she had so strongly identified with.

[...] She told me how eventually one of the older priests burned certain “forbidden” books of hers in the backyard incinerator, including one she particularly admired: Edward Gibbon’s Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. [...]