“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Right now I feel that when I close my eyes the earth, the whole globe, is inside my head. You don’t understand it until you close your eyes. [...]

(She flopped back in her rocker, her eyes closed. [...]

(Long pause at 11:05, eyes closed.) Experience with the spacious mind dissolves any seeming conflicts that occur between the intellect and the intuitions at other levels. [...]

[...] I’ll quote a few lines from the closing passages for that session in order to lead into what follows for Jane.

[...] The main thing to remember is not to watch the body too closely.

[...] How can you close yourselves off in rooms of limited reality. You close your eyes and do not look.

[...] By the time we obtained treatment for it the time was close to noon, so it seemed there would be no session this evening, or at most a few words from Seth acknowledging the seriousness of Jane’s predicament.

[...] I lay my paper aside, scooped up Willy and deposited him in another room behind a closed door. [...]

(In closing out the last session, Seth told us that he’d “cover everything that needs to be covered” in his books, and I wrote that sometimes I’d still choose to insert other particularly apropos material of his into whatever book he might be producing at the time. [...]

There is presently no science, religion, or psychology that comes close to even approaching a conceptual framework that could explain, or even indirectly describe, the dimensions of that kind of universe. [...]

[...] The table was close by my right hand; I used it to take notes on. [...]

(I answered, eyes closed, describing a picture I saw before me:

[...] As you well know, he lived in close supervision with his mother, and until his late, very late adolescence his whole life was literally spent within the confines of fifteen blocks, except for very short excursions.

[...] Close examination will often prove this is not the case. [...]

[...] It is not Mark, necessarily, only that the unobtrusive but frequent, informal exchange between you and Ruburt and a close friend from the outside world has been lacking. [...]

[...] In order to keep our cat, Willy, off our bed at night, we put him in the living room and close the door on that side of the bathroom. [...]

[...] The closed door was in deep shadow, but I knew I was before it. [...]

[...] I fell asleep again briefly after encountering the impasse posed by the closed door. [...]

[...] In the same way the past or the future is closed out. [...]

(9:50.) For many reasons, some mentioned here and some not as yet discussed, you have closed your dreams out of your lives to a large extent. [...]

[...] He closed out the session at 11:43 P.M. with this line about the questions I had waiting for him: “I bid you a fond good evening — and I know when your material will fit.” [...]

That is as close as I can come to answering that question. [...]

[...] The answer, as closely as I can approximate it for you, is this: the purpose is being. [...]

[...] A close friend named Cheryl. [...]

[...] This to Ruburt: before we close, I told you that he does not have arthritis. [...]

[...] In your reality, as you think of it then, you are all closely connected much more closely than you realize. [...]

I have one point before I close, and it does not deal with concepts except as emotion is concept. [...] There are personalities who have traveled through the centuries, literally, without an understanding, and if this was their reality and if it was their own making, still be glad that it is not yours and accept those relationships that you now have and realize their potential and do not close yourselves off to stupid pride and through barriers of your own making. [...]

[...] Take one sound if you want to, say of a passing car, and with your eyes closed follow the sound in your mind. Keep your eyes closed. [...]

When you have the sense world before you this time, let it climax, so to speak, then again close your eyes and let it fall away. [...]

[...] Presumably this will be the last one — for now, closely following upon my precarious circumstance in the water, I saw myself as dead. [...]

[...] Jane began speaking while sitting down and with her eyes closed. [...]

(Jane now paused for over a minute, sitting quietly with her eyes closed.)

[...] As usual Jane sat with a hand to her closed eyes. [...]

(Her eyes still closed, Jane reached out with her right hand and made a large gesture of a triangular or pyramidal shape.)

[...] These ranges, once opened up, then do not entirely close up to you. [...]

[...] After speaking she held it to her forehead as usual, eyes closed.)

(Jane finally lowered the envelope to her lap; eyes closed.

[...] Her eyes remained closed, her pace good.

(Jane has long slim fingers with spaces easily observable between them close to the palms. Examining her hands midway through the session, we saw these spaces somewhat closed up; her index fingers also appeared to be thicker than usual. [...]

[...] It is fuel to your physical body and the idea of it comes very close to this fuel of the inner senses, which is not a camouflage effect and which is our vitality unsolidified, or the little wires which make up our imaginary universe. [...]

[...] Not because their eyes are closed, but because they are not using the right set of eyes. [...]

If you are tired I will close the session.

[...] Tried several times, holding them as close as I could, squinting, etc. [...]

It was as close as we could manage to get to the Seth recommendation. [...]

[...] “Is the door closed?”

[...] When my eyes are closed it feels like that left knee is way up in the air, and I can feel the impetus in the right leg to move. [...]