“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Several other impressions, not mentioned here, were also right, others wrong: For example, Seth said that the mother was dead. [...]

[...] “She lives in … the third or fourth house in the middle of a dead-end street, in the northeastern section of town, but west of the establishment in which you met her. [...]

[...] She lived in the third house before the end of a dead-end street, in the northeastern section of town, but west of the bar. [...]

[...] This would be very important, for now her hips wouldn’t always be laying upon the bed like a dead weight. [...]

[...] I’d explained to her when I came in today that last night when I got home I’d found a dead chipmunk lying on the carpet near the coffee table. [...]

[...] It had happened automatically when she’d been pointing out some dead skin on her leg to someone in her room this morning.

[...] And when you are dead as I have been, in your terms, for all this time I hope you can yell as lustily as I can. [...]

(“How does a person know he is dead at first? [...]

[...] When your outer senses no longer perceive motion you call the action a dead one. [...]

(“Are you dead, as we refer to death on this plane?”)

(The board appeared to be dead, so I noted down that the session ended [...]

[...] Jane has been dead for 259 days.

[...] The child therefore within the adult personality is not dead, nor are his reactions considered, basically, as reactions which are part of a past behavior pattern; but these reactions exist side by side with adult reactions.

[...] Their commitment was for life, I thought, and so was bound to be different than most other people’s. I wondered how often they went through roughly the same procedures with the dead, and speculated about how their sincerity and love must have stood them in good stead at such often-repeated times. [...]

[...] It is from this focus point then that communication between what is termed the living and the dead may take place.

[...] When the proper focus point is reached however, these communications will result in rapport between the living and that portion of personality essences, or so-called dead, who are still at least psychically connected with life on your field.

I am dead, in your terms. And when this City is physically constructed, you will be as dead or as alive as I am.

[...] I think—they’ll think I’m dead because I can’t talk... [...]

[...] am I dead? [...]

[...] Yet I speak to you and I speak in a lively manner, for one dead. [...]

In a recent ESP class session, however, Seth said: “There is nothing more deadly than nirvana. [...]

(I didn’t say so because the time was speeding past and I felt dead tired myself, but the session seemed to offer some glimmers of hope. [...]

[...] She said the left hand movements were weird to her, and felt subjectively “like a dead hand.” [...]

[...] During the evening we played some tapes also, and among these was one of the recordings Jane made of G. K. Chesterton’s poem Lepanto; Jane was in a trance state while reading this, apparently in a close approximation of the voice of her now dead friend, Father Trainor. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) The remark made by Blanche had to do with death—something to the effect, quote: when I’m dead you’ll be sorry. [...]

[...] The dead are not long-faced. [...]