“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I then saw a gaunt blonde woman sitting in a chair, profile, facing my right, with her head tilted away from me at an angle. [...]

(11:12 AM.) Last night (Jane said) I felt great when Robbie kissed me, and actually I slept quite well, both in my chair and bed. [...]

(Jane sat on the couch in her usual position for the session, and I sat facing her across the coffee table while using her own chair. [...]

(“Why has he responded to his feeling—how did you put it?” I asked as I rummaged through the session’s earlier pages, which I’d thrown on the floor beside the chair—“stalled, by giving up his physical mobility even more so now? [...]

[...] Within the time structure of your perception, this chair for example has been in constant existence since you purchased it.

[...] There is an interval in which the chair simply does not exist, but you do not perceive it. [...]

[...] I heard her exclaim over the feat at the time, without paying a lot of attention, since I’d shoved my chair back into a corner to get out of the way while the staff worked on Jane; I was doing mail. [...]

[...] She sat dozing with her body tipping to her left in the chair as we sat at the card table in the living room. [...]

(Pause, then humorously:) You “know” that a chair is not going to chase you around the room, for instance — at least the odds are against it. [...]

[...] “Most of me is down here,” she said, patting the chair, “waiting for the rest of me. [...]

[...] Sally and Rose said that something was happening to my left hand, which was held out; arm resting on chair rest. [...]

[...] Willy dozed in a chair; it was a chilly, very windy night.

[...] Even when he brings the chair into the bathroom, he must for example get up and down. [...]

[...] It is no copout to keep a chair handy, or whatever, nothing to be afraid of when that is understood. [...] He can stand up and hold on to something, and exercise them, even if he has had to have chairs about while walking from place to place. [...]

[...] I would have thought that you would have hit upon the entryway idea yourselves; something to keep your psychic energies contained, and again it is the feeling that the entryway gives you rather than the entryway itself, and the feeling that a desk and chair in another room gives Ruburt, rather than the desk and chair itself.

[...] Truth keeps you sitting upright in your chairs and the blood pounding in your veins and allows me to come to this room. [...]

[...] Jane could see it from her chair.

[...] The atoms and the molecules in this chair, you see, and in our friend’s camera, all have a consciousness...

[...] If someone watching a gory midnight special suddenly screams or shouts or leaps up from the chair, how comical this seems, because the action is appropriate not to the “real” situation, but geared instead to a pseudodrama. [...]

[...] During this time she sat quite still in her chair, her eyes closed, her head down with one hand lifted to her face.)

[...] She took a few steps without the aid of her table or chair each time—very encouraging progress for her, and fitting in with what Seth has had to say recently about her coming spontaneous urges to begin walking again. [...]

[...] He then hopped up on Jane’s empty chair, opposite mine, and lay there staring at me for some time while I took notes. [...] It was some time before Willy finally relaxed and slept on the chair.