“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] With her gesture Jane couldn’t quite reach the ear, which itched. [...] Obviously, this was something she couldn’t even manage yesterday, let alone last week, say. [...]

2. I couldn’t help feeling sad and frustrated as I took down Seth’s words on dreaming, and Jane reacted in the same way when I read them to her after the session. [...]

[...] Why, I wondered, couldn’t the nations of the world set up cooperative studies to verify its existence? [...]

[...] But strangely, and for the first time after a session, she discovered she couldn’t operate her voice. [...]

[...] She said the impressions seemed to come to her from another level, between that of Seth and herself— “sort of on a different radio signal,” but she couldn’t explain.)

[...] Rob was in constant pain, and though he didn’t complain, he couldn’t hide the sudden spasms. [...] I couldn’t take my eyes off them, and finally I pointed them out to Rob.

[...] Couldn’t it work the other way around?”

[...] It was so joyful I couldn’t sleep for a while. [...]

During class, my jaw started to bother me, then badly, so I couldn’t get to sleep. [...]

[...] If someone had slipped me an LSD cube on the sly, the experience couldn’t have been more bizarre. [...]

I felt as if knowledge was being implanted in the very cells of my body so that I couldn’t forget it—a gut knowing, a biological spirituality. [...]

During that experience I knew that we formed physical matter, not the other way around; that our senses showed us only one three-dimensional reality out of an infinite number that we couldn’t ordinarily perceive; that we could trust our senses only so far and only so long as we did not ask questions that were beyond their limited scope of knowledge.

[...] “Couldn’t you work out a series of experiments and try them out? [...]

[...] Jane couldn’t tell although her arms hurt. Jane couldn’t tell whether the girl’s eyes were open, and she didn’t know if Bill M. was there. [...]

[...] Various parts of the room seemed to acquire significance in ways she couldn’t explain. [...]

[...] She was most uncomfortable sitting in the pool of moisture yesterday, and couldn’t keep that up since she spends so much time sitting—to begin with. [...]

[...] In the gloomy day we couldn’t see eyes in the black face. We couldn’t tell the animal’s sex. [...]

[...] I couldn’t understand why she wasn’t calling upon her creative powers to her help out of the tragic situation she’s created for herself, and me. [...]

[...] An understandable-enough resolution, I said, and one I couldn’t argue with basically, since such a course could logically be the one chosen by some personalities—but it was also one that I didn’t choose at this time. [...]

[...] Barb couldn’t go because she went.

[...] Jane felt that “in between” what Seth was and said “was a whole lot of stuff I just couldn’t get through. [...] We just couldn’t take it all at once.”)

(We had a hassle over our menu for tomorrow, which I couldn’t locate in order to fill out. [...]

[...] Jane spoke rather rapidly and Bill couldn’t keep up verbatim-wise, but did get down most of the gist of what Seth was saying.

(Jane missed last week’s session because nighttimes found her so relaxed from her own healing processes that she couldn’t concentrate enough. [...]

[...] She tried to describe an image she’d had just before Seth began speaking, while saying it couldn’t really be put into words: “I saw… a field of something like stars. [...]

[...] Jane was again out of trance very quickly, yet she couldn’t remember any of the material.

[...] The negative part of Jeff’s information is that he said she couldn’t sit up until the leg was fixed to some degree, at least. [...]

[...] I added that I couldn’t imagine the hospital not demanding action before this — yet they haven’t. Seth had said the question would be cleared up without any long wait.

[...] It’s so easy, yet I couldn’t do it in English.”)

(I couldn’t remember offhand. [...]

[...] I couldn’t help but tell myself I’d seen the same thing many times before, without lasting results.