“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(To Rachel) The one over here on the couch who winks at me in such an infamous manner, you also have healing abilities. [...]

Even though she wasn’t walking, Jane continued taking her steps between her office chair and the living-room couch, from which she was giving most of her sessions those days. [...]

[...] I thought the simple services in which our President and Vice-President were sworn into office were extremely moving: Unable to speak because of my emotion, I sat beside Jane on the couch while we watched the ceremonies on television, and had soup and crackers for lunch. [...]

[...] Jane could easily hoist herself onto it from her office chair, the couch, or the bed; she could either move on it around the house by herself, or have me push her. [...]

[...] Her feet became more and more swollen, for instance; she could take the few steps between her chair and the couch only with much difficulty. [...]

[...] She lay quietly on the couch, eyes closed, but in a few minutes told me she was awake. [...]

[...] Jane lay on the couch in the living room, I used the bed in the room next to my studio. [...]

[...] I asked this question because of the episode of last Saturday afternoon, when I caught our unexpected visitor from the Bronx sneaking in through the living room window, while I lay taking a nap on the couch.

[...] He had been sleeping on the couch but as Jane rose to begin Willy leaped down to the floor. [...]

[...] As he sat on the couch, he suddenly buckled over with a spasm. [...]

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[...] You are all in trances, however, for you believe in this improbable physical existence and therefore I must couch all my language so that it makes sense to you, who believe in this fantasy in which you now live. [...]

[...] But John shook his head and settled down on the couch. [...]

It was a good move, as far as getting rid of the blue couch was concerned. [...]

[...] Atoms and molecules will sometimes form trees; sometimes they will become parts of couches. [...]

So at least twice a week I lay down to experiment, my body on the couch or bed, the alarm clock set, my house in order, while I try to “get out” to see what I could find. [...]

(As she delivered Seth’s answer, Jane walked over to the couch and picked up the dozing Willy. [...]

[...] Jane sat on the couch and I leaned back in a comfortable chair. [...]

[...] I started to get up but remembered the click the switch made when I had turned it off, so, curious, I stayed on the couch and listened. [...]

[...] She pointed at Bill, sitting quietly on the couch.)

[...] Willy slept peacefully on the couch. [...]

[...] The table, chairs, the couch and rug looked satisfyingly normal in the warm lamplight. [...]

[...] I lie down on the couch and say, ‘Wow, to be out at the count of three?’ I close my eyes.