“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(She couldn’t really describe them now, Jane said, but she’d had “great, hilarious, emotional feelings” when she delivered the part of the session about my thinking that selling paintings made me a prostitute. [...]

[...] I couldn’t help wondering what any patient would do who really needed a little peace and quiet.)

[...] She said she heard Seth’s good afternoon greeting just before she gave voice to it, and immediately became alarmed because she couldn’t determine what was going on. [...]

[...] I was just wondering why a body of knowledge like this couldn’t have accumulated over the centuries, slowly.”)

[...] She couldn’t possibly lean mentally in any other direction, she said. [...]

[...] I couldn’t go because of my own work, so Jane attended the conference with Cyril Kornbluth [now deceased], a friend and a well-known writer who lived near our home in Sayre, Pennsylvania.

[...] She couldn’t recall any details, however. [...]

[...] By then, Jane said, she couldn’t remember much of Professor Moorcroft’s letter, but I told her it didn’t matter. [...]

[...] I added that even she must have been surprised when she first heard of us and realized that we lived in Elmira; she couldn’t have known, then, that we lived that close to Underwood Avenue, where she had a relative. [...]

[...] She couldn’t recall it clearly, but it featured her talking to a man, objecting to him that he’d told her something he’d given her would be painless—but that it was instead quite painful: a suicide pill, or something like that, she said. [...]

(C B couldn’t offer anything re “coming through the rye.”)

[...] Obviously, according to this idea, we couldn’t perceive anything if we were out of our bodies. [...]

[...] This certainly involved strains and stresses as well as rewards: but none that couldn’t be resolved with a sense of humor and some common sense. [...]

(Jane began to cry when she recounted the time at home a few years ago when she couldn’t get up and on her feet — finally reaching that point of helplessness. [...]

[...] She had an image of spirals, for instance, all interlocked without being regular, that concerned the material on paintings and time, but she couldn’t get it clearly nor even describe it adequately. [...]

[...] Jane’s trance was a good one and she couldn’t recall the material. [...]

(As usual, listening to Seth’s long list of negative items, I couldn’t help wondering why Jane didn’t appreciate the import of such actions at least intuitively, and do something about them.)

[...] I couldn’t tell you what that was about, and yet I have an idea … I think Seth wishes I had a better vocabulary for body things.”

(Jane said she was getting intuitive flashes that were just feelings, or things that could not be put into words; she couldn’t translate them even to herself.

[...] We don’t know whether Seth might have referred to this, and since I didn’t know what the object was either I couldn’t ask questions to help clear it up.

[...] When the Wilburs discovered they couldn’t attend the 248th session as witnesses on April 4,1966, the day the photo used as object tonight was taken, I saved the object for future use when they could be witnesses, as explained. [...]

[...] With my flashlight, he glimpsed a medium-sized coon, but couldn’t tell if it was male or female, or whether it had young. [...]

(We speculated that Abelard is a famous name, historically and in the arts, though we couldn’t think of any specific connections. [...]