“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

With the full use of the inner senses, however, it is theoretically possible to perceive all the shapes and forms that have ever been, or will ever be, adopted by the atoms and molecules that compose the particular chair. [...] It is true to say that in one sense both you and Ruburt are a part of the table and the chair, and the room in which they sit.

[...] This (Jane struck the arm of the rocker in which she sat) for example exists as a chair. [...]

You can hear the chair as a musical note in a trance state, for example, or with the use of drugs. [...]

[...] This didn’t mean she confined herself to her chair, sitting with her eyes closed. [...]

Jane didn’t tape this new Sumari, though—which we regretted—for she wasn’t able to get out of her chair to hunt for her recorder; I was too charmed just listening to her sing to think of a tape. [...]

[...] Willy’s hiding under the blue chair or rather, just his head—his rear end is sticking out. [...]

[...] She’d had an enjoyable, rather heavy supper of hash and eggs and toast, plus ice cream, and began dozing in her chair as soon as she’d finished eating. [...]

[...] The idea shape of this chair is not an absolute unitary, disembodied, or unspirited concept. [...] Jane pounded on the arm of her rocker.) The idea shape of this chair is a composite, a gestalt, formed on the part of each atom and molecule that composes it.

[...] Her divan is covered with solid blue, as is a matching overstuffed chair. The other chair is of a blue printed pattern. [...]

[...] She’s missed walking with her typing table often lately, yet her walking from her chair to the couch has been much improved —steadier and better balanced, although she’s still bent way over. [...]

[...] The body is making necessary changes, however: the chair activity keeping the knees limber enough while undue strain is not placed upon the body at this time. The change in chairs is excellent, and shows that the hips are changing also. [...]

Now, again, Ruburt — Jane — will be able to go home again, in far better condition, able (long pause) finally to sit in a wheel-type chair.

(Jane has had a relatively good day, and has done much better with the new chair for the bathroom. [...]

(Our family of raccoons was stirring a bit in the fireplace behind my chair as I sat facing Jane on the couch. [...]

[...] The session then began with Jane sitting in the same chair, facing us.

[...] Jane smiled broadly and momentarily leaned back in her chair.)

[...] Her voice had been strong and varied throughout the delivery; she had smiled much and used many gestures, half of the time sitting on the edge of her chair. [...]

(Jane, smiling, leaned forward in her chair, eyes still closed, to question me solicitously. [...]

(At 9 PM tonight Jane said she felt a “massive presence” behind her chair. [...]

[...] They relax further than his usual chair position allows, begin to stretch, call for added circulation, which they receive. [...]

The same applies to Ruburt’s steps over there (to the couch from the chair). [...]

[...] One was that as she spoke for Seth about the red leather chair, she had a mental image of this chair. [...]

[...] An office with a modern red leather chair, small room, stories high, not at all elegant. [...]

[...] While talking about the chair she also had an impression that “some source, something” was trying to tell her about a rug that either usually was on the floor, was sent out for cleaning, or else was never there. [...]

[...] Chairs and tables, the ceilings and the floors, may seem very real and solid — quite permanent — while you by contrast may feel yourself to be highly vulnerable, caught in a moment between birth and extinction. [...]

[...] Yesterday Jane felt very uncomfortable as she sat in her chair on the water cushion. [...]

(Jane still nods off as she sits in her chair, especially after supper, which we take to be an indication that her thyroid is still below par, although she’s much improved in that regard over her condition before she entered the hospital. [...] It was 8:52 when she really fell asleep in her chair, for perhaps the tenth time. [...]

[...] I felt nothing in the chair.)

[...] A blue chair. [...]

[...] There seems to be some connection, to me, at any rate, between the blue chair and this student. [...]

I have specifically given the blue chair as object. [...]

(Sunday, April 26: After breakfast at 11:30—for Jane—I found her sitting with her legs propped up on a chair. [...]

(Once again she sat on the couch, and I sat in her chair facing her across the coffee table—with behind me, the closed-off fireplace. [...]

[...] The bedroom arrangement is fine, and if my dear Joseph will not blame Ruburt’s subconscious I would make one further suggestion that is not, however, to involve any more complicated arrangements on Ruburt’s part: simply, when it is possible, the addition of either a comfortable chair or a small desk and chair, quite simple, to your bedroom arrangement, as a more or less permanent fixture for a small private place, accessible when he wants it, for our so sensitive and sometimes pigheaded Ruburt.

(I had been trying to get comfortable in my chair.)

[...] The suggestion of a chair for reading or relaxation, or a small desk in the bedroom, is merely so that our wandering Ruburt can have one other place in another room where he feels he can go. [...]

[...] For much of the session she sat on the edge of her chair, leaning forward with her hands clasped together. [...]

My dear Jesuit, shall I turn my chair around and face you full?

[...] Smiling, her eyes still closed, Jane now shifted her chair so that she did face Bill squarely.