“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Let your very deep relationship bubble over. [...]

[...] Then suddenly I was in a very deep trance of which I have no memory—except at the very end, when I was yelling my lungs out, and I believe, flat on the floor crying. [...]

(I had no idea, consciously, that I could go into such a deep trance or for that matter, give such precise information. [...]

When you did not speak of your work much he interpreted this to mean deep worry and concern on your part about it.

[...] He felt you did not have any deep interest in it, and that symbolically you were rejecting it.

[...] She used few pauses and many gestures, and it was evident from the outset that the trance was a deep one.)

[...] This time she told me I had better speak her name three times, as Seth had suggested I do in a recent session, when her trance was deep. [...]

The self is indeed blessed, and just the reminder of that fact can often short-circuit negative beliefs, particularly if they are not too deep-seated.

[...] In the dream this knowledge at once brought me some peace of mind, and I fell into a deep sleep. [...]

[...] It simply acts then to familiarize the body with those deep feelings of relaxation that the mind has denied it, and can be an excellent learning process.

[...] I now suggest no more than five minutes a day of deep breathing, simply from here (stomach), to be added. [...]

Now the same sort of behavior occurs on a deep, basic, secret, and unexplored psychological level. [...]

[...] I have not lived many, many lives without a deep understanding of your own kind of reality and problems, but I have not had many other existences that are not physical without a deep understanding of the nature of reality as it is not apparent to you now. [...]

[...] This receiving of more data as she comes out of trance is a sign, a recent one, that Jane’s trance was deep.

(The energy sweeping her along was so strong, Jane said, that she now wondered how she would have ended the session had not the voice suggested this; but I could reassure her that from observation now I could tell when her trance was very deep, and knew enough now to end it when necessary. [...]

Your questioning, Joseph (see Note 3), and your deep distrust of the world’s current theories, are shared as intensely by Ruburt, and your joint insistence upon discovering new answers is responsible for these sessions, and what will come from them.

[...] As you know now, comforting him can be frightening to you, because it returns you both to deep emotional realizations and feelings that you sublimate in your paintings, and even to mystical experiences that you also channel through your work.

[...] “I’ve got that feeling again,” Jane said, after she’d come out of a deep trance. [...]

Eventually Jane’s grandfather, Joseph Burdo, with whom she shared a deep mystical identification, was unable to support two extra people, and the family had to rely upon public assistance. [...]

[...] Some apparitions are thought-forms sent by survival personalities out of lingering deep anxiety. [...]

[...] Seth-Jane, deep in thought, paused.) Much has been written about the nature and importance of suggestion. [...]

[...] The deep feeling of security in which it should be anchored is lost.

[...] If we were using the very deep trance state then indeed this would not be necessary, but for your own benefits I prefer as much cooperation on your parts as possible, and like to work with an assimilation of knowledge by the whole self.

[...] I heard his voice, which was pleasant and somewhat deep, quite clearly, and understood his remarks, but again forgot them as quickly as I heard them. [...]

[...] Peggy attained a deep enough state to show no reaction when Jane placed our cat, Willy, on her stomach as she lay on the divan. Peggy has a deep fear of animals in general and cats in particular, this being why Seth calls her the cat lover.

[...] Peggy, Seth said in high good humor, had actually achieved an excellent state of deep hypnosis when Jane used the more authoritative approach; otherwise she wouldn’t have permitted the cat’s presence.

[...] I will simply not have Ruburt levitate six feet into the air, nor give any clairvoyant displays, unless there is a deep purpose served. [...]

[...] My regards are with you both, and with my usual deep regret I will end the session. [...]

[...] She looked at it again and gave a most heartfelt, deep sob. [...]

[...] All of these events followed the barrage of letters I’ve been sending out, trying to unearth something, some treatment, some magical potion or truth or belief that would help my wife in her time of deep need. [...]

(Student Bill Herriman is a professional pilot who flies a considerable distance to Elmira for class; his counterpart in class, Carl Jones, lives in Elmira each summer while giving instructions in sailplane flying, the third member of the counterpart trio, Bill Granger, is not a member of class, lives in Elmira, has always had a deep interest in aircraft, and is now learning to pilot sailplanes. [...]

[...] The voice that spoke was deep, quite loud, more masculine than feminine.

[...] When he spoke of the joy of existence, ringing even through such a voice as his, that deep voice boomed. [...]