“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Coffee cake is no answer. Either he may be hungry and take his nap, or he may eat coffee cake for example that initially supplies energy that quickly depletes itself—just about the time his nap is finished.

[...] Jane had a sip of coffee and a smoke. [...]

[...] I had the fan on, directed in Jane’s general direction as she sat across the coffee table from me. [...]

[...] Jane had a sip of coffee and a cigarette. [...]

(Jane ate a better lunch today — that is, not enough to keep a bird alive, but still an improvement over most of the month of July: A little soup, a little egg yolk, coffee, a little custard, chocolate milk, and so forth.

Some improvements, again, have begun, barely noticed: the additional mobility in the morning, when a short while ago Ruburt would sit for an hour or more after breakfast while you brought him his second cup of coffee. [...]

[...] Jane had coffee and a smoke. [...]

(I mowed some grass and filled a coffee container with forsythia I clipped from our bush on our southeast corner of the lot. [...]

[...] I’d explained to her when I came in today that last night when I got home I’d found a dead chipmunk lying on the carpet near the coffee table. [...]

[...] (As Seth, Jane pointed to the Christmas amaryllis that sat on the coffee table between us.) It can be encouraged, watched and tended, but it grows as a natural part of the personality. [...]

[...] Most often she favors milk or iced coffee.)

[...] He made me drink coffee, had me sniff ammonia.

(I made her coffee, which she did not seem to want very much. [...]

[...] However, the next session, the 361st, was also quite unusual, and took place in the coffee shop of our hotel, the Paramount, at 235 West 46th Street. [...]

[...] She did quite well, taking chocolate milk, coffee, a slice of toast and jelly, several bites of egg and bacon. [...]

Black coffee or tea, or coffee with sugar and no milk. [...]

[...] I suggested she have coffee, which she did. [...]

[...] Then she sat on a stool at the counter, smoking and having a cup of coffee while she looked at TV across the barrier. [...]

(Rob made coffee for me. [...] Rob made me drink two cups of coffee; I stood with my head out the window in the cold night air. [...]

(Jane, pacing back and forth and talking in her deep strong voice, touched the large begonia plant we have on a coffee table in the center of our living room.)

[...] He gave stimulus to his mind with coffee and cigarettes, whipping it to make it go faster and faster.

[...] In college only the body’s miraculous youth protected it when Ruburt did not eat properly, subsisted mainly on coffee and cigarettes, and went without proper sleep for months at a time.

(His wife was drinking a cup of coffee in the kitchen. [...]

[...] In a way, you perceive your consciousness almost as you perceive the smooth surface of the coffee table (indicated). [...]