“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Next: I am eternally couched and supported by the universe of which I am a part, and I exist whether or not that existence is physically expressed.

They will be formed to impress world conditions at any given time, and therefore couched in symbols and events that will most impress the populace. [...]

[...] She continued to lie quietly on the couch, eyes closed, but in a few minutes told me she’d just been visited by a most strange sensation. [...]

(To Sue, who sat beside me on the couch): I am pretty good on details too. [...]

[...] Sue was on the edge of the couch, watching Jane closely as she came out of a deep trance. [...]

(Jane faced the painting as she sat in her Kennedy rocker, but my back was to it because of my position on the couch. [...]

(By now I was sitting tensely on the edge of our couch, bending over the notebook as it lay on the coffee table before me. [...]

[...] It develops that at about the precise time I had induced the desired state in myself, while lying on the bed in our bedroom, Jane had been sitting quietly in the living room, almost dozing on the couch. [...] While sitting on the couch, she had thought again about missing coffee break; the thought had come with some vehemence because the gallery is in a state of flux, and Jane finds this quite upsetting.)

[...] Again now, she walked over to our couch and squatted down upon one arm of it as she had done in the last session. [...]

(Jane was still squatting on the arm of the couch. [...]

[...] As you read this book you most probably lounge on a chair or couch or bench — all quite sturdy and real. The atoms and molecules within those chairs and couches are quite alert, though you do not grant them the quality of life. [...]

[...] When I began sleeping on the couch in the living room, where it was quieter and darker, we bought a pair of wireless intercoms so that Jane could call me from her bed at any time. [...]

[...] Seth’s closing reference to a “sweet creature” was a reference to our sweet cat, Willy, who midway in the session had hopped up on the couch and snuggled himself tight against my left side as I took notes.)

[...] While these must be uncovered, they should be balanced by a new determination to seek out pleasure (emphatically) — the pleasure will help couch the fears.

(I described my dream of the other day, which I’d already told Jane about: I’d been sitting on our couch with Jane and our neighbor, Joe Bumbalo. [...]

(11:11.) The unknown reality, however, is unknown enough to usual reaches of the most flexible consciousness, in your terms, that it can only be approached by a personality as couched in it as I am. [...]

[...] My head flopped back against the couch. [...]

(Jane sat on the couch in her usual place to my left. [...]

(She spends a good deal of her waking time on the couch watching TV, or sleeping away part of the day.

(Jane sat on the couch in her usual position for the session, and I sat facing her across the coffee table while using her own chair. [...]

[...] It is also responsible of course for the frequent alterations in depth perception, and all of that to some extent helps explain his frequent uncertainty about getting on the couch (from the chair) and so forth. [...]

We have an excellent stone fireplace in the living room of the hill house, and often during the winter months I used to build a fire in it at suppertime; we ate while sitting on the couch. [...]

[...] Jane leaned back on the couch with her feet up on the coffee table, and I sat facing her with my notebook propped up on one knee; the fireplace was only a couple of feet in back of me. [...]

[...] Then late Sunday night I watched TV, dozing off a few minutes at a time—I came to, frightened, to find myself half off the couch and on the floor, trying to get onto my chair; yelled for Rob, who was in another room. [...]

“Ruburt’s body is allowing itself to relax, particularly on the couch when his back is supported. [...]

You could not have any of your arts, cultures, governments, religions or sciences without first being couched in nature’s spontaneous order. [...]

You are supported, never abandoned, and always couched lovingly in the great yet intimate presence of All That Is, whose love forms your breath, your life, your death, as in which the unknown divinity is always blessed and ever known.

(She was indeed very relaxed, sitting as she was with her head bowed, leaning forward on the couch. [...]