“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] she said in the bathroom, half crying, after another struggle to get back into her chair from the john.

[...] I change a world to some extent, though in your terms I will not actually sit in a chair or walk the streets, or shake your hand, or see the twilight come, or the sunrise.

[...] To the personality a joy or a sorrow is far more actual than a table or a chair.

The gentle encouragement and the gentle stretching of the legs in his chair is excellent. [...]

[...] To my surprise Jane got up from her chair and answered. [...]

“Dream locations are not superimposed upon, say, the bed and chest and chair. They exist composed of the very same atoms and molecules that in the waking state you perceive as bed and chest and chair. [...]

[...] While dreaming you cannot find the bed or chest or chair; and awake you cannot find the dream location which was there only moments before.”

I pushed Jane in her chair out on the porch, as close to the hemlock as we could get behind the floor-to-ceiling glass; we looked up at the chattering animal from only three feet away. [...]

(Once again—by 8:47—Jane was very uncomfortable, trying again and again to find a tolerable position in her chair so that she could hold the session. [...]

[...] Remember the use of the playful creative abilities, because again they can lead you to further ideas that would trigger unanticipated positive results in Ruburt’s condition, as per your chair idea, the table in the kitchen, and so forth.

[...] Then, eyes closed, she began to lean sideways in her chair, ever so slowly, as though dozing....)

[...] Jane has slept just about all of each day, sitting in her chair, since the last failed session. [...]

[...] While sitting in the usual rocking chair she uses during sessions, Jane said that at times she felt as though she were outside the house, enjoying the spring air, grass, flowers, etc. [...]

[...] Straight-backed chairs. [...]

[...] These thoughts are things, so to speak, as real as a chair; but you are acquainted only with their purely subjective reality. [...]

[...] As usual she sat in the rocking chair, across from my table. [...]

[...] I now had at least one answer: Her body jumped in her chair, and her eyes popped open as though from shock. [...]

(She sat in her usual place on the couch, and I faced her in her chair across the coffee table. [...]

[...] She moved about in her chair often while speaking for Seth.)

(She was very quiet as session time approached, but wasn’t too comfortable in her chair. [...]

[...] Physical objects cannot move through each other, as a table cannot move through a chair. [...]