“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She couldn’t have done this even last Monday. [...]

[...] “I could feel it work, but I couldn’t do much because you’ve got to keep yourself balanced on that litter.... [...]

[...] I worked on mail while it was running, but couldn’t help Jane with a session, exercises, and so forth until it was over. [...]

[...] Then she discovered that she can now touch the pillow behind her left ear with her left hand—something she couldn’t do even a day or so ago. [...]

[...] I sure didn’t. My kids sure didn’t and my husband didn’t. He couldn’t do anything.”

[...] I remarked several times in class about I had this pain in my head, and I couldn’t work it out no matter what I did. [...]

[...] He couldn’t see my physical body either. [...] “Why can’t we see it?” We discussed what had happened so far, but couldn’t solve the mystery. [...]

[...] I knew my physical legs couldn’t move this freely, although they are in good condition. [...]

[...] I’d had several glasses of wine during the evening, and when I went to bed, I couldn’t get comfortable, but dozed and awakened often. [...]

[...] She was lying in bed, and I couldn’t tell if I was in her bedroom or seeing through the wall or what. [...]

[...] He couldn’t do much more without cutting down on his own painting hours, so I often did experiments on my own while he was in the studio.

[...] In the beginning, I took it for granted that Seth was a subconscious fantasy, personified, because I simply couldn’t accept the possibility of “spirits” or, for that matter, life after death. [...]

[...] This frightened me a bit further, since I couldn’t exert enough pressure to use the keys. [...]

[...] Their presence was a complete impossibility, yet I couldn’t deny the evidence of my senses.

[...] When I mentioned that she could dictate something for the intro she said she couldn’t—not without reading it again. [...]

[...] She was great for reading tea leaves now and then, and I used to think how strange it was that she could do that yet couldn’t walk. [...]

[...] Of all people, why couldn’t you tell her after all this time?”

(Phil hesitated and said, “I think I wanted to go off with someone else, but I didn’t want to leave you and I couldn’t tell you,” and stopped awkwardly. [...]

[...] They couldn’t get her comfortable, she wasn’t eating breakfast, and she wanted me to come down. [...]

(Jane was uncomfortable, up to her shoulders on two full chucks, propped and wedged so she couldn’t move. [...]

[...] He is very weak, and couldn’t get up himself. [...]

[...] The tape was a copy, and the quality terrible — so bad we couldn’t understand it all. [...]

(She couldn’t describe very well how she got through to us.”But I’m here, aren’t I?” She likes us because we don’t make fun of her. She can visit different places on earth, but she couldn’t name another place, or other people. [...]

[...] “Things we couldn’t conceive of in terms of math.”

(Jane had felt the ideas were coming to her so rapidly she couldn’t speak fast enough to keep up, whereas actually the delivery had been a slow one for the most part. [...]

(He told me that such a turndown was the first time he’d seen it happen, and couldn’t understand it. [...]

[...] She couldn’t quite get them back in position, so I helped her with a little nudge. [...]

[...] Sally asked me a direct question, and I couldn’t answer.) Here everyone in the room with the exception of Theodore who was in a poor position, reported the following:

Watching the hand in transition, changes apparent as they happened, joints and knuckles becoming very thick and large, flesh seeming to disappear so that hand became thinner otherwise,hand taking on the look of a very old woman’s, exceedingly bony, with the large, they said, exceptionally large, joints obvious; Rose frightened; Sally said the hand looked so stiff that it was here she asked me if I could bend the fingers, it was here I couldn’t answer her but did try to bend the hand; and at this point decided to give myself suggestions to come out of trance and for hand to return to normal. [...]

[...] “I got some of the chants, but I couldn’t quite carry it through. [...]

[...] “I couldn’t imitate it. [...]

[...] Like the musical scale, she felt that the sounds used in building the pyramids “made steps in the air that you couldn’t see. [...]

[...] I thought I remembered a statement he’d made long ago, but now I couldn’t locate it within the body of his material. [...]

[...] I told her that if she wanted to leave I couldn’t, and wouldn’t try to hold her back, and that I’d never have her hooked up to survival equipment. [...] And all the time we talked I couldn’t help but just miss, just fail to understand exactly why she was doing what she was doing. [...]

[...] Jane was to call KR at a conference in Wappinger’s Falls, NY; she tried a number of times, always to be put off by a rather unpleasant and officious woman who was always saying that KR was “in conference” and couldn’t be disturbed. [...]

[...] I couldn’t help but think his material wouldn’t be exactly flattering to me. [...]

[...] Jane however was quite aware of a subjective difference, other than Seth, but couldn’t explain how she knew this.

(Finally, Jane said that after break the personality couldn’t get her voice box going. [...]

[...] I sat up in dismay—couldn’t I find out more? Couldn’t I see a sign, or get a more definite idea of the location?

[...] I couldn’t wait for the Gallaghers to return, so I could check this and the Seth impressions. [...]

[...] Since I had to wait for his call — which never came — I couldn’t leave the house to get Jane’s typewriter. [...]