“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

11:30–11:45: Do dishes, make coffee, get coffee cake, feed cat & go to john before sitting down. 15 minutes that wasn’t bad! Cool—sunny—nice! And doing well with James.

8) Jane shouldn’t use skimmed milk in coffee or on cereal. [...]

[...] Can use it in coffee or on cereal.

[...] They sit quite comfortably on their living room couch, with dinner on the coffee table, surrounded by all of the dear, homey paraphernalia that is familiar to your society.

[...] They drink their coffee and eat their dessert.

[...] Planets can explode on the television screen, and Ruburt will not spill one drop of coffee. [...]

1) To bedroom, john, do dishes, make coffee.

Coffee with milk is not good. Coffee alone is satisfactory if it is fresh, and is a benefit to you. Your habit of drinking old, cold, settled coffee is not good. [...]

[...] This session, the 361st, took place during our meeting in the coffee shop, called Rudd’s, of the Paramount.

[...] There was a constant stream of people passing our table in the coffee shop, but no one paid us any attention.

Rob made coffee for me. [...] Rob made me drink two cups of coffee. [...]

[...] Rob asked me to lift a coffee cup with a normal gesture. (Earlier, he had held the cup while I sipped the coffee.) I concentrated as hard as I could on what he wanted me to do — which seemed hilarious to me, and an impossible task — and then really made a supreme physical effort. [...]

[...] Take his coffee to the yard, for example. [...]

(Now as the discussion progressed the three of us sat in the living room around our coffee table, staring into the open bath door and exchanging half-joking remarks about apparitions. [...]

[...] She sat on the divan, her legs drawn up beneath her, across the coffee table from me. [...]

(As Jane delivered the above material in quite an animated fashion, Bill picked up a piece of paper lying on the coffee table, and Jane’s pen. [...]

[...] Her cigarette had burned very short; stabbing her hand toward an ash tray on the coffee table, she struck it a glancing blow on the rim and knocked it aside. [...]

(To begin tonight, the four of us sat at our small coffee table, holding hands. [...]

[...] We had clustered around the coffee table for perhaps five or six minutes when Seth came through. [...]

[...] Seth, talking about physical effects, said that he could probably have levitated the small coffee table we sat around tonight, with Ruburt’s help. [...]

(During his discussion on the creation of matter, Seth used the coffee table and a wineglass in making his points about how each of us creates his own world, with its own atoms and molecules. [...]

[...] Bill Gallagher, who has ulcers, drinks either coffee or tea on his visits, and he was present on April 15. Don also drinks tea or coffee rather often. [...]

[...] Jane and I are reasonably sure a candle was burned on the coffee table that evening, Friday, April 15. [...]

[...] None was noticeable with lights on earlier, and the mist seemed to move, from one side of the coffee table to the other. [...]

Then we sat around coffee table with lights on, and lighted candle down to the end of the table. [...]

(After an instant of surprise, ears up, he jumped down from the divan, across the coffee table between us, and up into Jane’s lap while she was still in trance. [...]

[...] I am obviously dictating this book, speaking through Ruburt, while Joseph sits on the couch across from a very specific coffee table, taking down my words.

[...] moisture or easiness is now in both legs so I feel I’m moving all together more; go to fix coffee, hoping I can get out of kitchen before laundry boy arrives; do dishes, and the kid comes. [...]

[...] It had been a busy day for Jane at the gallery, so busy in fact that she had not had time to go down to the restaurant for the usual order of coffee the gallery personnel are used to enjoying every afternoon. While sitting on the couch, she had thought again about missing coffee break; the thought had come with some vehemence because the gallery is in a state of flux, and Jane finds this quite upsetting.)

(First I heard an unidentified female voice offstage to my right say quite clearly: “It’s coffee time.”

[...] She had coffee and a cigarette before I turned her. [...]

[...] Rob and I took an hour’s nap, though, and ate supper at the coffee table while watching the evening news. [...]

[...] Bare legs propped up on the coffee table Rob sat, pen poised, and the session started.

[...] Eyes closed, she sat rocking back and forth with one foot on the edge of the coffee table between us.)

[...] Jane took off her glasses and placed them on the coffee table between us. [...]

[...] Her eyes closed, she sat rocking back and forth with one foot upon the edge of the coffee table.)