“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It should be apparent that psychic identity is no more dependent upon physical permanence, certainly when you consider that even a chair retains its form as a chair, even though it is actually not one thing or object, and that no atom or molecule remains the same within it.

(Billy now meowed, and then jumped up on Jane’s chair as she spoke in trance—something he seldom does. [...]

(For perhaps fifteen minutes after he’d jumped up in Jane’s chair, Billy had descended from that spot and curled himself up against me as I sat taking notes on the couch. [...]

[...] All this time she was so uncomfortable in her chair that I thought she’d pass up the session, although I’d been hoping she’d get at least a little something on herself; I thought we shouldn’t be losing any chances to do so at this time. [...]

[...] She still sat stiffly upright in her chair as we talked a bit and waited. [...]

[...] As you know, his presence in this chair (eyes open, Jane pointed to the Kennedy rocker in which she sat) at regular session time provides the same sort of concentration and focus in another direction.

[...] (Emphatic and humorous, slapping the chair arm.

[...] Her chair was against a wall, and out of the direct line of reflected traffic lights, although I could see shadows pass across the white blur of her face. [...]

He should know this from the greater ease in getting in and out of his slacks, for example, and in getting up and down from chairs. [...]

You conceive of action in terms of time, since within the physical field a given action appears to actually take up time, almost in the same way that a chair seems to take up space. The chair of course does not take up space, but is part of what you call space. [...]

[...] With chairs, many chairs in it, of the straight-backed variety.

[...] Ruburt’s new and more ambitious movement about the house, using the chair, has activated the body’s motion, of course, so that massaging-like effects occur. [...]

[...] I am pleased to see that he moves about in the chair more and more. [...]

(This could be quite important: Several times later during the evening, Jane told me that she felt like she was on her feet, with the safety of the chair close behind her when she wanted to sit down. [...]

[...] a young woman, the full figure, sitting facing me in a straight chair. [...]

[...] And remember, they are the result of loving creative inspirations, again, the table and the chair, you follow me?—

[...] Ruburt went in a very short period of days from doing relatively little physically to giving the legs rather constant stimulation with the chair. [...]

[...] Truly, Jane has gone about as far physically as she can with her physical blockages: It was some little while before she could trust herself enough to get from her bed to the chair, and longer before she could move from her chair to the toilet seat. [...]

[...] Later Jane was to say she was seeing this within, while yet being aware of still sitting in her chair.) Then the street curves again to the left, and beneath it are rocks—that is, a rocky ledge down to the sea, I believe.

[...] However she was still aware that she sat in a rocking chair; she wasn’t floating along the road in Nassau, fully separated from her physical body.

[...] She sat leaning forward in her chair for the most part.)

[...] I had trouble hearing her, and shortly after she began speaking she hiked her chair closer to my table, and her voice acquired a little more volume. [...]

(Jane moved her chair closer again, after I had asked her to repeat a few words.)

A dream for example again does not have the solidity of a chair, but a dream does have reality in physical terms. The planets and the stars are materialized more fully than a chair, or similar physical objects. [...]

(This brings us to the first item in the test data, “Two people at a table with straight chairs.” On February 7 Jane and I spent several hours at the Inn, seated on straight backed chairs at a dining table, ready to answer questions from all and sundry.

Two people at a table with straight chairs.

[...] She sat bundled up in her chair in the living room, her head down as she listened. [...]

Because of her much-reduced thyroid activity, Jane often dozes or even sleeps in her chair. [...]

[...] Two weeks later I could hardly get out of my chair onto the couch or the bed. [...]

[...] I could feel Seth’s vague presence in the room, which Eve apparently didn’t. Jane went into the kitchen to see about the chicken she was cooking and — as she later told us— felt Seth coming through and hurried to get back to her chair.