“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I couldn’t remember her doing this in any of the more than one thousand other sessions we’ve held. [...]

[...] “I gave up on that idea after Frank [Longwell] and I couldn’t convince you to try that course last summer. [...]

[...] This was something she couldn’t have done even last week. [...]

[...] She couldn’t manage it, though, so I read it to her: “Health is simplicity itself.” [...]

[...] Jane tried to turn over herself, but couldn’t quite make it. [...]

[...] I was frightened because I couldn’t turn them off and they seemed to go on as if the people they belonged to had no idea that I could hear so clearly. [...]

David let Jane use his telephone to call our publisher when we couldn’t afford a phone ourselves. [...]

[...] Jane and I couldn’t believe it. [...]

[...] Jane thought it had come through; although she had glimmerings of it now, she couldn’t get it clearly. [...]

[...] They continued now although we couldn’t see any glow — say from a fire — in the sky over the western section of the city. [...]

(After the session Jane told me that in here she began to feel the familiar surge of great energy again—that no matter how fast she spoke she couldn’t keep up with the words forming and leaving her. [...]

[...] When I did this, Jane said she had an inner feeling of going back and forth. She couldn’t describe this any better.

[...] She couldn’t imagine moving faster under any circumstances. [...]

[...] When lunch came Jane couldn’t eat some of the food on the tray, but, surprisingly, did well with the pizza the kids had saved for me. [...]

[...] Then at about 9:00 a neighbor couldn’t get her door unlocked and asked us for help. [...]

[...] When we got up this morning I told Jane that I’d had a dream that we’d been participating in group sex at a party, but that I couldn’t recall anything more than that. [...]

[...] She also said there was more she couldn’t remember.

[...] She did so while on her side, and couldn’t get help when she pressed the call button. [...]

[...] Even by going back over them, however, I couldn’t discuss everything I wanted to: The essays could have easily grown into a book of their own. [...]

[...] Then I saw the angled pieces eventually lay themselves down upon the base line so that I couldn’t tell one from another, or beginning from the end.

[...] I couldn’t help but feel better.

[...] I couldn’t understand how she could stand that situation, evidently day after day, and not realize what she was doing, what was happening. [...]

[...] She realizes that she lays tilted up at an angle in bed, and that if she lay flat she couldn’t reach as far down toward her legs, but even so, signs indicate that her elbows seem to be flexing more. [...]

[...] The TV show had ended at 3:00 p.m. Jane also said she “saw,” or remembered, what the insect trap looked like, but she couldn’t make a drawing of it. [...]