“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Sitting on the couch with her back to the windows, Jane said she felt “scary” about going into a trance now. [...]

[...] Sitting down on the couch again, she felt like moving to the right out of her body again. [...]

(“I don’t know,” Jane said, then suddenly jumped on the couch and threw up her hands, eyes still closed, in the obvious grip of urgent strong emotion: “I don’t know —slam—slam brakes!” Jane cried and yelled out, almost hysterical. [...]

[...] Again Jane jumped on the couch, her mouth odd. [...]

(When I joined her for the session I found her sitting on the couch with her eyes drooping, half-closed in relaxation. [...]

(“See, I got scared then,” Jane said at 8:17, coming awake and sitting up straight on the couch. [...]

(Long pause at 9:41, eyes closed leaning back on the couch, the ‘coons chattering away in the fireplace.)

[...] Suggestions I give are always couched to his condition at the time given, in your terms. [...]

Then sit back against the couch. [...]

[...] Then sit against the couch and relax. [...]

Then be at rest and sit back against the couch. [...]

He has noticed, however, that almost immediately afterward his arms are freer, and that he has taken some of the steps there (pointing to the couch) with his weight better distributed, though he is bent way over, and so he has made good efforts to understand. [...]

The prayer can be of great help, because it is religiously couched, and yet carries a new, not old, message of beliefs.

[...] They sit quite comfortably on their living room couch, with dinner on the coffee table, surrounded by all of the dear, homey paraphernalia that is familiar to your society.

[...] The cozy living room is quite safe from the imaginary catastrophes that are occurring just a few feet from the couch. [...]

[...] Jane first came through as Seth while sitting at ease on the couch. [...]

[...] After break, at 9:48, she once again lay down on the couch to resume. [...]

[...] Jane still lay on the couch, her eyes open often. [...]

[...] It reminded me of the therapist’s classic couch. [...]

The television program, about the communication of plants, also served as an impetus, so that Ruburt was able to sense the continuous “inner world” flow of love and cooperation within which all of life is couched. [...]

[...] Jane again lay down on the couch, as last session.)

(Again Jane’s pace had become slower, with less inflection, sleepier, as she lay on her back on the couch. [...]

[...] (Jane again lay down on the couch, flat on her back as she continued speaking.) As they lose their power it will be able to relax.

[...] Jane was still reclining on the couch.)

(“Bob, I feel funny,” Jane said at 9:31, as I sat reading on the couch. [...]

[...] The knowledge can let it relax, let go, so that it feels its life couched and safe, and knows itself to be indeed a beloved child of the universe, both ancient and young at once, with an identity far beyond the annals of time.

[...] Jane lay back on the couch as we talked about coordinates. [...]

[...] Seth had been very animated and amusing—funny, with a good voice, eyes open often and looking toward me as Jane lay flat on the couch.

[...] Without getting up from the couch, I wrote another half page of Nebene material. [...]

(We’d thought that Seth might refer to them in the session for last Monday, but none was held because once again Jane was so relaxed on the couch after supper. [...]

(Bill was still alternately sleeping and preening himself beside me on the couch, as he’d been doing all through the session. [...]

(Now Jane perched on the back of the couch as she talked, and remained there for some time. [...]

(Jane stared at me from her perch on the couch.

(Jane had left the couch, and now she rapped on the table before me for emphasis.)

[...] Jane leaned back on the couch with her eyes almost closed; it seemed they were turned up so I could see the whites.)

The space between this couch and table is as filled with molecular structure as either the space taken up by the couch, or the space taken up by the table. [...]