“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He did not like to sit close to others. [...]

[...] If such is the case with personalities so closely allied with your own, then you can perhaps understand how alien your idea of time is to personalities that have never existed within your physical system. [...]

[...] Ruth being a few years younger, her physical dimensions at that time would closely match the young girl I drew in my pen and ink sketch of the experience. [...]

(My eyes were closed. [...]

[...] The closed-in, solitary, isolated self of which you are so proud is, as I have said, an arbitrary formation, containing the core of identity; and you seem to prefer, psychically speaking, to stay at home.

[...] I will hereby close the session. [...]

(A one-minute pause, eyes closed, at 9:42.) When you become too intent to maintain your reality you lose it, for you deny the creativity upon which it rests.

[...] When I checked the 724th session, I affirmed the reason for that reaction: Seth had stated therein that Peter and I were not counterparts, although “closely enough allied so that in certain terms you ‘share’ some of the same psychic memories….” [...]

[...] I send out much more than you do in a letter, for a portion of my consciousness is now within the entranced woman as I dictate, but the analogy is close enough.

[...] Though you worked in the art department, you did not want to rub up against your fellows quite that closely (with amusement). [...]

[...] He also hung another heavy door at the living-room entrance to the hall; we’re to keep that one closed at night. [...]

[...] She thinks it’s very important, and Seth comments on it at the close of the session.

[...] This, Joseph, is an attempt now (points to Robert Butts, eyes closed) for Ruburt does not know terms. [...]

[...] People try to be as much as possible like their neighbors, hiding eccentricities, failings and even talents and abilities that might close them off from their fellows. [...]

[...] Who closes those doors does so at some peril.

[...] Looking at your parents, you decided early that you would have a certain kind of relationship with a woman—a closeness that your father did not have with your mother—one that involved many facets of your own personality and with its purposes. [...]

[...] It is three pages of rather closely-spaced lettering, with some numbers incorporated in a few paragraphs, a couple of diagrams and a symmetrical symbol resembling a mandala. [...]

Spontaneity, except in work, has been largely closed out of your lives, but it is to him unnatural. [...]

Your father represented what you thought of as the secret, isolated creative self—more or less at odds with the world, unappreciated by it in family or financial terms; the alone, artistic self you thought unable to communicate, inarticulate and dumb, locked away from close communication with others, and indeed barraged by misunderstandings because of its very creativity—emotionally frozen, afraid to show itself.

[...] With the other reaction you close them off and deny them.

[...] But as I now recall them, without directly checking on our friend the pope, who has, you must understand, gone his own way, I am coming as close as I can. [...]

[...] It is able to perceive, little by little, some of the content before closed to it. [...]

[...] Some dream events are more real to the child than some waking events are — not because the child does not understand the nature of experience, but because he or she is still so close to the emotional basis behind events. [...]