“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] At first I thought the break was announced because our cat, Willy, had jumped up into Jane’s lap while she was speaking. [...]

A small cat, either involved in the argument, or caused the argument, or present during the argument. [...]

The last evening of the month was quite warm for our area at this time of year—66 degrees—and we had front and kitchen windows of the hill house open so the cats could go out on the porches as they pleased. [...]

[...] The consciousness that was the cat is far freer now than it was. [...]

[...] While the cat is away the mice will play and the Sumari are the trap. [...]

(Our cat, Willy, had cried at the kitchen door.)

[...] Our cat, Bill, jumped through the open kitchen window and came over to my chair. [...]

[...] The crippled black cat we’ve made friends with here cried outside our door, so I let him in and fed him. [...]

(To Janice.) Send the cat feelings of help. [...]

[...] That spirituality is as dignified as brother Theodore’s idiot flower is dignified, or as dignified as a wasp, or as our beloved monster here (Willie the cat). [...]

While Seth was dictating Mass Events, for example, another of our cats (Billy) died. [...]

[...] Willy is our cat. [...]

[...] I’ve been especially curious about this since we received his information on the death of our cat, Rooney, in the 639th session. [...]

[...] I suggest that the experiments with our Jesuit and cat lover wait for a while yet, though the idea is a sound one, and we shall conduct our experiments later. [...]

[...] He could not bear to see a cat play with a mouse, without blaming God who would permit such cruelty. [...]

[...] They had dogs and cats.

[...] (Our cat Willy jumped up into Jane’s lap.) Psycho-Cybernetics was good for him, for it stopped at least some of his conscious brooding. [...]

[...] I’d propped it open enough so that our cat, Willy, could get in when he felt like it.)

[...] You intend, both of you, having the cat fixed, so he will not be frustrated inside. [...]

A cat playfully killing a mouse and eating it is not evil. [...] The cat uses the warm flesh. [...]

At certain levels both cat and mouse understand the nature of the life-energy they share, and are not — in those terms — jealous for their own individuality … Man, pursuing his own way, chose to step outside of that framework — on a conscious level….

[...] Equally insistent are the puzzles posed by the missing intermediate forms in the fossil record: Where are all the remnants of those creatures that linked birds, reptiles, cats, monkeys, and human beings? [...]