“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] We thought the J B might refer to Jane’s initials, but in this case couldn’t account for the A since Jane has no middle name.

[...] When I tried to slip the other one over Mitzi’s head, though, I ran into a hornet’s nest of resistance, and Jane couldn’t help. [...]

[...] “You couldn’t ask for a better demonstration of the whole thing,” I said.

[...] Oddly, if you postulate a god in that fashion, a personified one, then you wonder why he couldn’t—or didn’t choose to—maintain the perfection of his original creation. [...]

[...] It’s almost impossible to describe the creative frustration I sometimes felt — for no matter how fast I worked to record the sessions themselves, noted our day’s activities, hunted down the references pertinent to a given discussion, I couldn’t truly keep up: Reality kept splashing over the edges of my notes. [...]

[...] I told him she couldn’t help him, that we didn’t have the time. [...]

(Jane said she was so passive at the end of the session that she couldn’t assert herself as she usually does; she thought that this assertion on her part helped Seth disengage at the end of a session. [...]

(Pete couldn’t say anything about the accuracy of the Australian data.

(“I always feel funny when he ends a book,” Jane couldn’t help saying. [...]

([Wally:] “I couldn’t relate to it.”)

[...] While talking Jane had images in trance that she couldn’t describe now, concerning Hitler and displacements “shooting out” of their times, etc.

[...] I would like to suggest an experiment and I am suggesting it to you to see your reaction, like I couldn’t. I was really undecided whether to suggest it to Jane or to you, but you see like I’m kind of at an impasse because, like, there are a lot of words and a lot of concepts and philosophies bandied about, but when you make a claim you know such as that in as specific and nonconfusable terms such as that it would be very simple to demonstrate, and what I was wondering is, either now or at some time when Jane would agree to it, for instance, I brought some playing cards with me, ten cards...”)

I told Seth that it could be — but that I also wondered why over the centuries the species couldn’t have slowly accumulated a body of knowledge like that he was giving us now.

[...] Her feeling was related, she now said, to the feeling she’d had all day, the lethargy, in a way she couldn’t explain. [...]

(“Later when I took a brief nap I mentally imagined myself beating the black-haired dog—and my mental right arm really went bang, bang, bang, banging wooden blocks on the dog’s head really fast, and for a minute I couldn’t stop it. [...]

[...] So although I used newspapers while developing the envelope object, I couldn’t have used the particular newspaper which carried the murder story, since this news developed two days later. [...]

[...] Her backside was sore, as well as her hips and inner thighs at the groin; she couldn’t move forward easily. [...]

[...] As I try to counteract your ignorance, I couldn’t resist. [...]

[...] I dropped a lighted match into a littered ashtray, which flamed up; when I tried to put the fire out I found I couldn’t.

[...] For a moment I couldn’t believe it.