“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] In other words, Ruburt felt that there was a slim chance of opening doors of knowledge that had been closed, and he decided to take that chance.

[...] “Strange,” I mused to Jane, “that of all the nuclear power plants in the world, we end up living that close to the one that goes wrong….”

[...] There was fanaticism, a closed mental environment, the rousing of hopes toward an ideal that seemed unachievable because of the concentration upon all of the barriers that seemed to stand in its way.

All of those now in this room are coming close to their last reincarnations, and when these are done you must know yourselves thoroughly. [...]

[...] Her eyes closed, she finally said to me: “I don’t know if I’m here or there. [...]

Often, I could hear a powerful Seth through two closed doors. [...]

[...] Besides, I’d be close enough to visit them often, so what could I lose? [...]

I also feel that now, years later in earthly time, Jane and Seth are free of each other yet more closely knit than ever before. [...]

[...] Later the nursing home was closed by the state. [...]

(By now [Rob wrote in his notes] Jane’s pace had slowed considerably, and her eyes were often closed. [...]

There will be a final chapter in which I will ask the reader to close his eyes and become aware of the reality in which I exist, and of his own inner reality. [...]

[...] I saw a large black winged ant crawling on the back of Jane’s rocker, close to her head. [...]

[...] They had told no one in authority of their decision to remain, and had instead closed all the curtains so that others would not be aware of their presence. [...]

Someone else may choose to focus upon intellectual achievement to such a degree that he shuts out all true closeness, and though he can accept a permanent relationship, he will not experience the emotional richness that others may derive from a much briefer encounter. [...]

The mechanisms involved in the actual construction of matter are all intertwined and closely connected. [...]

The constant line of chatter developed by your one brother (Loren, a year younger than I am) was of course a defense to close out the constant telepathic storm. [...]

[...] The ulcer that had formed there after she’d broken her right leg at the site has now closed itself over. [...]

[...] Here again you find yourself often in a dilemma of your making, between the ideal and what seems to be; if not the grossly practical, something close to it.

[...] He is filled with a great love that he can never fully express, and is gifted with an intuition that he cannot follow but cannot close out. [...]

You were aggressively aware of the difference between your own attitude and some of society’s in that regard, but for the first time in your life you were closely involved with another person, day by day—who to some extent (underlined) then served as a moving picture onto which you projected these fears as to your own worth.

[...] The word cordella, now for example, was used instead of alphabet to break your ordinary conceptions of alphabet while conveying an idea of symbols closely allied, and upon which alphabets are based.

[...] It’s more private there but it isn’t as warm, especially when doors are closed.)

[...] (Pause.) I will now then close our session, and leave you, I hope, in anticipation for our next.

[...] (One minute pause; eyes closed.)