“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Learning to handle these problems took him time, and again the problems themselves helped generate enough activity within his psychic centers to open up new channels.

[...] “I feel him — Seth — around now,” she said, “but it’s like last time: I’m getting stuff, but I’m waiting until it’s clear … I don’t really feel looped, but the center of focus I always use in the sessions seems strange. [...]

[...] When you alter your conscious focus in such a fashion, you are also moving away from the part of your psyche that you consider its center. [...]

[...] But in certain terms she was the masculine center of the family, emotions or not, the aggressive one; and speaking conventionally now, your father (Robert Sr.) accepted the more passive creative role. [...]

[...] He was dragging a large tarpaulin upon which was piled a miscellaneous collection of camping equipment; he was pulling the tarpaulin down the center grassy area of the camping grounds, heading toward the entrance.

(Pause.) You are always at the center of your life. [...]

[...] You have not used them as a way of life because of the conflicts mentioned earlier, and if you are going to get off dead center and do something instead of complaining, you must each begin to put these to practice. [...]

[...] Jane’s fear of being out in the center of the rug, away from a table she could lean on for support, could also represent her fears of abandonment, the casting away of old beliefs and fears. [...]

[...] But watch the center of your focus. [...]

[...] Such events are like geysers that erupt suddenly, bringing us close to the center of our being. [...]

[...] We didn’t get back from the shopping center until nearly 8:30 and then we began fussing with the recorder. [...]

[...] 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. [...]

[...] This is a bit difficult to describe, but the glimpse of my own head came from a point usually invisible to me — centered perhaps two inches or so above and behind my right ear.

In such a case the whole personality structure adopts such an illness as a new unifying principle, about which life activities are then centered. [...]

This room, the office, has a large light-colored wooden desk, set out from a window—that is, not in the center of the floor—the chair between the window and the desk.

(Discovering this on the way to Sayre, I pulled into the near empty parking lot of the shopping center on Elmira Street and gave Jane my own pendulum to use. [...]

[...] This does not mean that you become entirely self-centered, blind to the rest of the world. [...]

Science has seen man as an accidental product of an uncaring universe, a creature literally without a center of meaning, where consciousness was the result of a physical mechanism that only happened to come into existence, and that had no reality outside of that structure. [...]

[...] The personality however was never entirely centered within physical reality, and was able to cope with it only by remaining relatively aloof.

[...] During your existence you are focused, you are stuck to, you are placed and centered in, your physical universe by the outside ego. [...]