“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Then when we watched the news while eating supper at the coffee table, we soon found the mayhem and related misdeeds recited by the newscasters so depressing that we switched channels to an innocuous Mod Squad show several years old—even though those color backgrounds—Nicaragua, Israel, Russia, etc., were still so fascinating. [...]

[...] In your spontaneity then, never forget the sacred uniqueness of a shadow upon a road, the shape of a leaf, the stain upon a coffee cup—in these simple things find a hint of your own uniqueness and travel beyond them—and ignore conscious restraint that would bind you. [...]

[...] I’d love a bun and some coffee, though. [...]

[...] I grabbed my bun and coffee and took them with me.

[...] I should also note that if coffee does not prevent or inhibit sleep, it will stimulate dream projections, and also aid you in bringing the critical faculties into the dream state. [...]

(“No,” I said, going out to the kitchen after my cup of coffee, which I’d forgotten. [...]

I want him to come over here (to the living room), make his coffee or whatever, be alone with himself and follow his impulses—to write or whatever, and to recall his dream experiences. [...]

[...] I took out my pen and paper and settled down with my ninth or tenth cup of coffee for the day, and my cigarettes. [...]

The paperback we’d just purchased was on the coffee table between us as we sat talking. [...]

[...] She leaned forward and tapped upon the coffee table between us, her eyes wide and dark.)

A large coffee urn is nearby. [...]

(She sat in her usual place on the couch, and I faced her in her chair across the coffee table. [...]

(Once again she sat on the couch, and I sat in her chair facing her across the coffee table—with behind me, the closed-off fireplace. [...]

[...] When she took her glasses off and placed them upon the coffee table before her, she was in trance. [...]

[...] It was obvious that Jane wanted only to sleep, even though she was willing to continue the session after trying to wake up by drinking a cup of coffee.

as we talk and drink coffee

[...] This does not mean that you cannot travel to other planets, for example, within that physical universe, any more than it means that you cannot use tables to hold books, glasses, and oranges (as our coffee table did at that moment), although the table has no solid qualities of its own.

(The result was that I sat in her chair, facing her across the inevitable coffee table. [...]

[...] He drinks coffee without milk and wears black shoes. [...]

(Jane, as Seth, reached across the coffee table between us, to take my half-full glass of beer. [...]

[...] Seth then told Peggy to drink two cups of coffee at breakfast. [...]

[...] John has met her the one time, he said, plus an instance where he had coffee with her. [...]

[...] She was in trance before she laid her glasses on the coffee table between us. [...]