“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Long pause.) The desk is also another symbol for man’s knowledge of the past. [...]

[...] Use one book for dreams, and leave it on his desk overnight. [...]

Sitting down at the desk to write poetry, the act and intention automatically reminds Ruburt of all the times that he has written poetry before, and primes the pump, so to speak. [...]

He has just taken off a suit jacket, and he sits down by a dark desk. [...]

[...] As I understand the present dilemma, over the long run, the more successful Jane becomes as a writer the more she feels she needs the symptoms to keep her chained to her desk, to cut out all distractions. [...]

[...] At the same time distractions were minimized, impulses to move away from the desk cut down, and day-dreaming, dream recall, and out-of-bodies became not business, not-work. [...]

[...] The bedroom arrangement is fine, and if my dear Joseph will not blame Ruburt’s subconscious I would make one further suggestion that is not, however, to involve any more complicated arrangements on Ruburt’s part: simply, when it is possible, the addition of either a comfortable chair or a small desk and chair, quite simple, to your bedroom arrangement, as a more or less permanent fixture for a small private place, accessible when he wants it, for our so sensitive and sometimes pigheaded Ruburt.

[...] The suggestion of a chair for reading or relaxation, or a small desk in the bedroom, is merely so that our wandering Ruburt can have one other place in another room where he feels he can go. [...]

Ruburt saw how being away from his desk and the house worked creatively to his advantage, as per the ride to your mother’s (in Centerville), and the earlier walk around the block. [...]

[...] Peggy said she may have the habit of leaning on her desk at the newspaper office with her left arm or elbow; she will check.

[...] This afternoon, “off and on for almost an hour,” as she put it, her eyesight had improved remarkably as she sat working at her desk. [...]

[...] She said that while speaking as Seth about me, she saw me, within, seated at a table or desk in the front upstairs bedroom of my parents’ home in Sayre, Pennsylvania. [...]

Now this is a big occasion for our friend, Ruburt, since his writing desk and all his materials are now in the other room. [...]

If he could not go out so often, if he could not go on vacations, if he could not leave his desk, he would save not only energy but time and money as well. [...]

[...] Georgia came in and set up the portable fan on the desk; this breeze helped a lot. [...]

[...] Perhaps I didn’t feel up to par, or sat at my desk, involved in my own writing. [...]

[...] I was alone in the art room, eating lunch at my desk, when the feeling swept over me from head to foot. There was no warning, no pain, but the surprise of it doubled me over my desk. [...]

[...] I found it in a drawer of my desk about an hour before the session and decided to use it for the object on the spur of the moment. [...]

[...] I had to leave my desk to hand Jane the test envelope. [...]

(Here Jane pounded on the desk for emphasis and began, surprisingly, to speak in a stronger voice. [...]

(I was sitting at my desk when I began feeling funny. [...]

[...] At her hotel she left a message with the desk clerk to be awakened at 7 AM Tuesday. The desk clerk failed to call her and she was late getting to the seminar.

[...] (Pause.) Something now turned up, on a desk or table. [...]

(“No, but newspapers sold at hotel desk.”)