“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It seems that last night the nurse—Dawn? [...]

[...] There at least Ruburt has been somewhat more flexible, taking advantage of the lovely dawn hours when the world is still, for quiet work.

(Dawn came in to take Jane’s temperature—97.5—to start the daily round of vitals, at 3:30. [...]

[...] She had some trouble but kept at it until interrupted by Dawn, taking her temperature—97.6—and pulse. [...]

[...] As Jane and I were getting ready to eat lunch several staff people, including Cathy, Jan, Mary the head nurse, Dawn, Sue, brought in a large flat-pan cake decorated for the 30th anniversary of Jane and me. [...]

[...] Through the open patio door she listened to the first bird calls, summoning her outside to watch the foggy dawn unfold. [...]

[...] Through your eyes the beasts, vegetables, birds, and dust perceive the dawn and sunlight as you do — as you, and yet on the other hand your experience is your own.

[...] At 4:01 Dawn took Jane’s temperature—97.5—and pulse. [...]

[...] There is nothing standing in the way of Ruburt’s normal walking—except the understanding that I am trying to give him, and that is dawning.

We cannot have a session until dawn. [...]

[...] But while you are physical, you will still experience birth and death, dawn and dusk, and the privacy of the moments, for this is the experience you have chosen.

“In the dawn of physical existence, in the dawn before history began, men knew that death was merely a change of form. [...]

[...] Dawn came in to take temperature—97.8—and pulse. [...]

[...] Fears are encountered, but the dawn breaks. [...]

[...] This can persist on occasion until the following dawn.

[...] I could and I would—and I would—enjoy speaking in such a manner until dawn, but you could never take it, and Ruburt would hide in the cellar for three days following. [...]

[...] She’s been getting up about dawn, and has throughout the winter, to write and to enjoy the beginning of the days.

[...] The physical eyes cannot see today the dawn that will come in the morning. [...]

[...] The more we talked the less we seemed able to decide; and finally it dawned upon us that we were both weary, and probably should not be trying to make such decisions while feeling this way.

The material on impulses was indeed from me this morning, and in a way that material, coming through as it did, was the result of Ruburt’s dawning understanding that his own abilities can indeed help him solve his difficulties when he allows it. [...]