“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] We have room for a desk and chair there; but better yet, the room is isolated from our entrance by three doors. [...]

[...] To him all realities are psychological realities, a thought as real as a chair—in fact, much more real. [...]

[...] Again and again she knocked the ball down the cellar steps, raced down after it, carried it back upstairs and sent it flying down again—just as though, it seemed, she still had to perform for us while a recuperating Billy dozed on a comfortable chair in the living room.

[...] There he was in his chair. [...]

[...] Your identity obviously has some connection with your body, since you have no trouble distinguishing your body from someone else’s, and you certainly have no trouble distinguishing between your body and the chair, say, upon which you may sit.

[...] Eyes closed, she hitched her chair forward, smiling. [...]

[...] Jane often dozed in her chair in the daytime, but woke up during the nights to watch old movies on television. [...]

[...] I began to doze in my chair as I sat at my desk. [...]

[...] Did he stand protectively just behind my chair, ready to help me in my maneuvers into bed, or was he in the kitchen, rooms away? [...]

[...] In front of him there is a large and very bulky chair.

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.

[...] They do not appear physically, as say a table or a chair, yet they seem to define both a table and a chair, in that you cannot easily conceive of a piece of furniture, for example, existing except in the medium of space and time.

[...] Jane lay quietly in trance while I took the gift from the girl and set it on the stand beside my chair.)

[...] She especially has trouble leaning forward in her chair. [...]

[...] He gets upset and irritated with the chair, because now he is getting around the house more, and realizes that walking would be the natural way to do so—where before he was content to be in one place.

You are made basically of the same ingredients as a chair, a stone, a head of lettuce, a bird. [...]

[...] In the 104th session he gave details we think may refer to the offices of F. Fell in NYC, involving a red chair, certain individuals, etc. [...]

[...] She sat quite still in her chair, her head down, eyes closed.)

(Once more, Jane wasn’t comfortable in her chair as she prepared for the session at 9 PM. [...]

[...] [I don’t use the hypnosis any more for the dentist, by the way; perhaps a residue lingers, for as soon as I sit in Paul O’Neill’s chair I begin getting very relaxed and sleepy.]

[...] It began to smoke, and John left his chair to turn it over. [...]

(Then, I was sitting on a straight chair in a room, looking at myself lying upon a bed. [...]

You perceive Mark, Joseph, sitting in your chair. He sits in his own chair, which he has constructed in his own space continuum and personal perspective.

[...] As he sits in his chair, constantly he creates his own image physically, using his own psychic energy, and using particular atoms and molecules for the construction of his body.

[...] Once again she began dictating while sitting in the rocking chair opposite my table. [...]