“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Earlier she’d sat at her desk in the writing room, watching the rain as dusk, then night, fell. [...]

[...] Maybe on the desk itself. [...]

[...] A few weeks earlier Jane had tentatively okayed with publicity the idea of doing an occasional radio-phone interview, based on the condition that first she obtain one of those desk microphones/telephones so that she didn’t have to hold the phone for an hour or more. [...]

[...] [I’ve also noticed that she keeps such requests lying around on her desk for days before answering them in the negative. [...]

(Now Jane leaned over my desk to emphasize the following paragraph.)

(Jane tapped on my desk for emphasis.)

[...] The symptoms, then, served to keep her at her desk over the years because she was afraid that if left alone she’d fly off somewhere and wouldn’t do anything.

[...] Jane spoke for Seth while facing Frederick Fell across his desk, but her eyes remained closed. [...]

(Walking into the living room before preparing for bed, I was surprised to find Jane standing silently at her desk. Staring at me, she then pointed to a pen and paper she had evidently placed there on the desk. [...]

[...] He is not to feel threatened if while at his desk he feels like physical activity, for all in all his own rhythms will assert themselves. [...]

Forget the referendum, and look in the back of your desk drawer for a bit of information you have forgotten. [...]

[...] (More here.) The lower right drawer, of your desk... [...]

(A monthly chart lay on Andrew’s desk, and I read it upside down. [...]

[...] You may say, “I live amid abundance and am free from want,” while your eyes tell you that the desk is piled with bills. [...]

(The vision had one oddity—I stood at my desk working at something else when I became aware of it to my left. [...]

The old desk in your family, you see (Jane pointed to me), although the spatial relationships there are difficult. [...]

[...] The idea was that physical restraints would keep her at her desk and remove temptations to do other things. [...]

[...] He had to be at his desk at certain times immediately. [...]

[...] I see that you have it out on the desk for me, as if it was an apple for the teacher. [...]

(Jane told me that upon slowly coming awake from her nap, and while she was listening to me move about the living room setting up the desk and my pad, etc., for the session, she had the most peculiar feeling of “growing larger.” [...]

[...] Imagine a photograph of yourself (in parentheses: Yes, we are finally back to photographs).³ In your mind’s eye see the photograph of yourself on a table or desk. [...]

[...] Now in your mind see that image walking out of the snapshot, onto the desk or table. [...]

[...] We have room for a desk and chair there; but better yet, the room is isolated from our entrance by three doors. [...]

[...] Yet I enjoy it, and often take a physical form in order to sit at the desk and look out the window at the countryside.

[...] The object was a memo slip from the Jewish Community Center in Elmira; from the desk of Gladys H. Austin, secretary to the Center’s director, Mr. Miller. [...]

[...] She remembers a lot of papers on Gladys Austin’s desk, with the memo pad among them, but paid no particular attention to it.

[...] Pausing before my desk, she drew her hands across the blotter there; her palms left two wet tracks. [...]

[...] It made a good desk. [...]