“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I couldn’t see how she would be able to really give her great creative spontaneity full reign, to accomplish the things I felt she had in her.

[...] Jane had a feeling of four other people in a car, with us, but couldn’t be more definite. [...]

[...] Of course, I couldn’t yet know everything that such a project ought to contain. [...]

(“I heard Bill Baker speak a very fluent—uh, foreign—language, one that he said he couldn’t decipher.”)

[...] Of course, we couldn’t possibly have foreseen the great variety of challenges that lay before us. [...]

[...] In light of tonight’s material, I couldn’t help feeling that he’d lost part of his natural heritage — whether he had decided upon that course himself, whether it had been imposed upon him, or both. [...]

[...] Seth, she said, felt very pleased with himself when he referred to the fifth dimension material; as if to say, “See, this material is why I couldn’t explain any more of the fifth dimension to you, way back in the 12th session.”

[...] In the morning I was vexed to realize I had a memory of an experience involving Seth, but it was such that I couldn’t recall enough consciously to make notes.)

[...] First she tried to do it herself, but couldn’t quite make it. [...]

[...] Suppose — just suppose — I couldn’t start up again or I lost the knack as suddenly as I’d acquired it (17 years before)? [...]

[...] She couldn’t raise her arms level with them. [...]

[...] I couldn’t accept either idea, at least not in undiluted form.

[...] “But I’m out of it on this one,” she said, explaining that she didn’t know it well consciously, had little idea of its structure, and couldn’t particularly say what was to come in it. [...]

[...] She jumped up in mid-delivery, brushing instinctively at something she couldn’t have seen. [...]

[...] She said she couldn’t pull out of the trance easily until she said we should take a break. [...]

[...] She was also mad at my father because he couldn’t afford such things for her. [...]

[...] I thought the name Alice familiar, but couldn’t help out re Prentice. [...]

[...] Since Jane couldn’t leave the house by herself, let alone go holiday shopping, she had a close friend buy the Christmas presents she had in mind for me. [...]

[...] I felt that connection, but couldn’t describe very well what I meant. [...]

[...] Seth didn’t comment upon the shooting, It wasn’t that he couldn’t, or wouldn’t—but that Jane herself is basically so innocent, so repelled by the violence involved in such episodes, that she often chooses not to go into the subject. [...]

[...] That very day a crisis appeared: In the bathroom, and for the first time in all the years of her physical troubles, she couldn’t manipulate well enough on her feet to get back into her wheeled office chair over by the sink. [...]

[...] I’ve written my own longer notes explaining why I couldn’t find my account of the dream—I believe I simply forgot to write it down—but since I remembered it well I described the dream to Jane now. [...]

[...] I wasn’t able to be that open before this — I couldn’t accept a lot that was right there because it didn’t fit in with my beliefs.” [...]

[...] I couldn’t recall Seth presenting the concept in just that way before. [...]

[...] She described some of them to me, but I didn’t have time to write them down and couldn’t retain them. [...]