“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] And so, at the end of an hour, had you begrudgingly gone to your bed, the inspiration would have long since departed. [...]

(This session came about because of a phone call I took today from the publicity department at Prentice-Hall. [...]

He will not make a practice of contacting the departed for their relatives. [...]

[...] It means only that our friends in Hollywood and in the subsidiary rights department at Prentice-Hall have agreed upon the terms of the option; a contract has yet to be signed by all of us. [...]

[...] I will try every third house, or I will go to the police department—or to the newspaper.” [...]

It is necessary upon your plane that physical constructions arrive and depart. [...]

(This is possible, although offhand I don’t know of any such separate file in my department at Artistic. [...]

I have told you that pulsations occur as energy enters into an atom and then departs from it. [...]

[...] When Seth then departed, usual good nights were said, the Gallaghers left and the session was over.

[...] Jane still has on hand the contracts for Mass Events and God of Jane waiting for these to be straightened out: amended with Tam’s promised “superamendment” that’s supposed to protect us in the rights departments, paperback covers, and all the rest; jacket copy, etc. [...]

[...] Besides this, Rob was now working in the art department of a local greeting card company in the mornings, and painting in the afternoons. [...]

While writing out this statement, I’m reminded that I experienced a milder version of the same sensation last month, while I was working at my part-time job in the art department of a local greeting card company. [...]

[...] You will not directly be connected with the same department, but someway two steps away from it, but you will also be two steps higher. [...]

[...] I took a preliminary peek into your establishment earlier this evening and departed in dismay—in fear, in terror.

[...] Jim Beckett had departed at last break. [...]

[...] The young lady works with me in the art department. [...]

[...] As our own knowledge increased, however, we found that in some critical areas Seth’s ideas departed from those generally accepted in much spiritualist and metaphysical literature.

[...] Others see the universe as a sort of theater into which we are thrust at birth and from which we depart forever at death. [...]

[...] I said, “I love you, I’m standing by your chair in the art department at the card co.,” but though I felt very light I did not see or feel myself there. [...]

[...] This too was from the offices of F. Fell, written the same day as letter # 2, and was a simple note from an Emma Hesse, of the bookkeeping department, requesting that Jane send in her social security number for tax purposes. [...]