“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Once again we sat waiting, she on the couch as before. [...]

[...] During the first couple of pages of material I was rather close to being physically ill there on the couch. [...]

[...] After supper, sitting on the couch, she experienced what she called a “profound” relaxation—a term, she said, that she seldom used in relation to her condition. [...]

(11:49 P.M. By now it should be obvious that this session is an excellent example of the way Seth often winds our questions and concerns into book dictation, couching his answers so that they also fit the larger framework he has in mind. [...]

[...] Jane leaned back on the couch.)

[...] Then as we sat on the couch, I remembered that for the first time in literally months I’d forgotten to bring in the evening paper, so we could look at it while we ate and watched TV. [...]

(Seth made his humorous remark because Willy Two, waking from his nap beside me on the couch, had climbed up in Jane’s lap while she was speaking in trance. [...]

[...] I must always couch my material for you personally—the two of you, that is—according to your situation and understanding. [...]

[...] couched in one of the historical societies... [...]

[...] Once again, she’d been “so far out of it,” sitting on the couch and watching TV, that I’d given up on hearing Seth comment upon our latest ideas. [...]

[...] I urged her now to get back on the couch. [...]

(With emphasis, while Billy slept curled up against my left elbow as I sat on the couch writing down Seth’s material:) Animals know that their own lives spell out life’s meaning. [...]

[...] I was very comfortably ensconced on our couch. [...]

[...] The dreamer is still very much couched in the physical world, however. [...]

[...] In your case you used religious terms in which to couch it and ease the inner self. [...]

“I saw last week as Bill started to speak, the class swerved, and everybody looked and listened to the new teacher, hoping that he would have the new answers; that if you couched your questions differently he would give you the answers. [...]

(To Sue:) Do you have a question, our lady on the blue couch with the brown pigtails? [...]

Robert F. Butts, my husband, sits on the couch across from me, taking verbatim notes of what I say as Seth, transcribing these “other-worldly” communications with a modern pen on good white bond paper. [...]

[...] I sat beside her on our living room couch, notebook in my lap. [...]

(See the 43rd session, page 4. Jane now pointed to a painting I had finished a couple of years ago; it hung over our divan, above the couch. [...]

[...] As a child, couched in the Catholic Church, his poetry was a method of natural expression, a creative art, and also the vehicle through which he examined himself, the world as he knew it, and the beliefs of the Roman Catholic Church.