“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I brought Jane a chicken sandwich — the third in a series, and the last one made from the barbecued chicken I’d bought at a Convenient Market. She enjoyed it again. She’s still uncomfortable, but felt a little better today. I told her that I’d be leaving early to go to the dentist. I’d broken a tooth last night, and feared I’d lose it.

[...] The food was delicious — until two pieces of chicken became lodged in my throat as I talked. [...] On the third squeeze, one portion of the chicken popped out of my mouth. [...]

While Rob went shopping, I did some mail and on his return we fixed a roast chicken dinner, put it in the oven and took a nap. We hardly tasted the dinner because two “fans” came just as Rob set the chicken on the table. [...]

[...] I hope you all enjoy your chicken. [...] A chicken is a fowl bird. [...]

[...] Since the session would be over in half an hour, she put a frying pan of chicken on the stove, on low heat, to warm up; it had been previously cooked.

(Ever since break at 10:56, the chicken had been warming on the stove. [...]

[...] 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.

[...] The staff people had had a lunch of chicken wings and pizza, which I’d told them to order, treat on me. [...]

The chicken cannot read a book. [...] The chicken and the plant can choose to live or die, however — rather important issues in the existence of any entity. [...]

(At noon Georgia brought in a heaping plate of lasagna, salad and chicken wings, which I hardly ate in all the excitement. [...]

(On the way home I bought a barbecued chicken at Convenient, and made Jane a sandwich for lunch. [...]

[...] Chicken pox, measles, and other like diseases in childhood in their own way “naturally inoculate” the body, so that it is able to handle other elements that are a part of the body and the body’s environment.

[...] You cannot kill a chicken, personally now, and eat it comfortably. [...]

[...] We’d spent a rather enjoyable day, sleeping a bit later than usual, shopping, doing various chores, roasting a chicken, making a cornbread and watching TV, etc. [...]

[...] The most educated Western doctors will look with utter dismay and horror at the thought of a chicken being sacrificed in a primitive witch doctor’s hut, and yet will consider it quite scientific and inevitable that a woman sacrifice two breasts to cancer. [...]

[...] Fish, chicken, with some veal. [...]

[...] As with the burning chicken described in the last session, she paid no attention; during delivery she seems to be largely impervious to distractions.)