“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She’s been having trouble lately getting comfortably situated on her end of the couch. [...]

[...] Yet each self is couched in an infinite cocoon of being from which it cannot fall, but ever emerge in changing form. [...]

First of all, you have both been living in your own isolated universes, and this applies to my friend over here with the bare feet on the couch. [...]

[...] As I sat on the couch in our living room, my oil painting of Ianodiala, the 14th century Turkish clairvoyant, hung on the wall behind me. [...]

[...] He called a break only because I deliberately let my weary right hand flop down on the couch. [...]

[...] I called him; whereupon he chose to curl up beside me on the couch instead.

[...] At the same time he thought himself liberal-minded, he repeatedly couched Seth’s ideas in the terms used by the respected, well-known members of his profession. [...]

[...] Rob had just gone to bed on the opened-up couch. [...]

I was having trouble getting away from the couch and walking properly. [...]

(Leaning back on the couch, eyes closed:) When Ruburt was a church member, however, the church itself was there, easily identified. [...]

[...] The main point I want to make is, however, the fact that your private source of power is a portion of that greater field of interrelatedness, in which your being is securely couched. [...]

[...] I’ll be curious as hell to read it,” Jane said as she headed for the couch.

[...] She looked wet-eyed, bleary, half-asleep, sitting on the couch. [...]

(Jane stretched out on the couch, eyes closed.

(To Sue.) Did we have a question from the blue couch? [...]

[...] Our cat, Willy, lay snoozing beside me on the couch. [...]

[...] [When I remarked that I’d like to see her up her trips to four times a day, she at once became defensive, so I cooled it.] I followed her advice and sprayed the linoleum-covered chair seat with furniture polish to make it more slippery, so that she can more easily slide sideways from the chair onto the couch or john. [...]

(Jane said that she’d felt like having a session several times recently, but that obviously I didn’t since I’d fall asleep on the couch, and so forth. [...]

[...] I have given you much information that apparently has not sunken through, and I have couched information in various ways. [...]

[...] It does mean that in your own life such information automatically appears in intimate ways, but couched within the framework of your own comprehensions, even passing unobtrusively through your conscious thoughts.

(Jane moved over to the couch before the session resumed, and remained there once she began dictating again. [...]