“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] We ate, played cards, and periodically checked the water level. [...]

[...] I sent her one of the cards I’d had printed, giving a few details about Jane’s death and stating my determination to carry on with our work. [...]

[...] Laurel made a card for Sue when we heard about the demise of her mother, and left room inside it for me to write a note. [...]

[...] The tag is printed on typical card-weight stock in two colors, red and black as indicated. [...]

[...] It is printed in black on card stock, with the serial number in a light blue ink. [...]

[...] A card with a name and address... [...]

(For three years I worked full time for Artistic Card Co. [...]

[...] Besides this, Rob was now working in the art department of a local greeting card company in the mornings, and painting in the afternoons. [...]

[...] During the holidays, her mailbox was stuffed with cards.

While writing out this statement, I’m reminded that I experienced a milder version of the same sensation last month, while I was working at my part-time job in the art department of a local greeting card company. [...]

[...] Ann and Marilyn work with me at Artistic Card Co.

[...] We usually see him every month or six weeks; if he unearths some pertinent information he will let us know by a card or letter so that it can be inserted in the record.

[...] The test object sealed in the usual double envelopes was a woodblock print, made by an artist friend of ours, Roy C. Fox, and enclosed with Roy’s Christmas card of last Christmas. [...]

[...] Then we sat quietly side by side at the round card table we’d placed at one end of our battered old couch in the living room. [...]

([Mark:] “Do you get a report card?”)

I will now close, but I wanted to give you some sort of report card, so to speak. [...]

[...] For some reason however there seems to be better chances in his ESP card experiments, though not of as spectacular nature as those earlier achieved. [...]

[...] I now must carry a warning card in my wallet, and have been told another such shot would probably be fatal.

[...] While at work in my own writing room I occasionally hear her talking to herself as she sits at her card table in the living room, just down the hall: I’ve learned that on such occasions, she’s asleep and often dreaming aloud, solving the psychological equations continually arising among the levels of her psyche as she pursues her chosen learning processes. [...]

(Since I work at Artistic Card Co. [...]

[...] Both of them work at my place of employment, Artistic Card Co., in Elmira. [...]