“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She didn’t. I answered that she seldom did because it probably saved her from dealing with certain problems; and as expected, my remarks got a quick reaction.

[...] She didn’t know where; but Ryerson told her that while over there he’d heard that Jane and I had bought a house in Spain and were moving over there. [...]

[...] I did think it a Framework 2 operation when Bill called us the day after Carroll told us the Ryerson news, but Jane didn’t credit the events like I did, for whatever reasons on her part.

(I didn’t think of any foreign book-publishing rights being involved, though, as Seth indicates. [...]

[...] I didn’t catch the omission, so I didn’t ask about it….

[...] In this case, we didn’t hear from Mrs. R.)

(“Number fifty-two: In the 429th session for August 14, 1968, you said: ‘Also, minutes and hours have their own consciousness.’ You didn’t elaborate.”)

(I didn’t see Georgia today. [...] So for the first time in weeks, we didn’t hear Karina cry out in Russian, or cry for Georgia in English.

[...] He didn’t advocate doing anything like an operation, and his advice was consistent with Seth’s material yesterday. [...]

[...] She didn’t do well, though, and I read it to her finally.)

[...] I hoped it didn’t get too bad by supper time.

[...] Jane had to be covered while he was in the room, but for a long while I didn’t hear her complaining about this today.

[...] The shade of the closest lamp was fatter and taller than its companion’s, but this didn’t seem to matter: I soon realized that both lights were supernally bright—so strong, indeed, that although I was very tempted to turn my head to look straight at them, I refrained because I wasn’t sure I could stand facing them. [...] I also knew that by an act of will I could ‘swing’ the lights around in front of me if I wanted to, and I tried enough of this to verify that it was possible: As they moved the lights began to grow even more powerful—enough to quickly convince me that I didn’t want to confront their glare full blast, even with the shades.

(“I didn’t get far with my little painting this morning”)

A note: I can add that I didn’t give up on my dream painting after all. [...]

[...] “But I know I didn’t throw out whatever I did on that poem,” Jane said. [...]

[...] (They didn’t have to be in rocker, for example.)

[...] (Theodore saw something with hand, but didn’t know what.)

I didn’t think to open my eyes to see hand bit for myself. [...]

(Jane didn’t hold a session last Monday night. [...] At the same time she was experiencing so many beneficial bodily changes that she didn’t feel like concentrating. [...] “I’m just having one tonight because I didn’t on Monday,” she said.

[...] I asked her to rest her legs at times, for I didn’t want her to develop soreness that might bother in future days. [...]

[...] Jane said at once, meaning she didn’t want to miss out on any sessions. [...]

[...] She didn’t know why it didn’t come out while in trance, since she knows the word and what it stands for.)

(“Yes?” I thought I probably knew the word Seth/Jane was looking for, but I didn’t have time to think and write notes.)

(Jane said she didn’t feel much like having a session. [...]

[...] She didn’t remember the data.

(Jane said she didn’t really want to speak for Seth’s entity tonight, if that’s what she was trying to do, so I suggested she break it off. [...]

(Jane didn’t hold her regularly scheduled session last Wednesday evening. She didn’t particularly feel like one tonight, either, but she decided to have it rather than “sit around all night.” [...]

[...] In my frustration, I told Jane over the weekend that I intended to go back to painting, starting this morning, but it didn’t work out that way. [...] I didn’t mail a long letter Jane wrote him over the weekend; she covered its points in the call this morning. [...]

[...] She didn’t actually pick that up from Seth, it just came to her. [...]

[...] Jane didn’t know, and I’m not leaping to any conclusions. [...]

[...] Planned to rent scooter on Friday but didn’t do so til Saturday.”)

(“Bill discussed this with a man we met, but he didn’t wear a coat or hat.”)

(She did agree to try for a session, however, even though I thought she didn’t feel up to it. [...]

[...] I asked her what it might be, but she didn’t answer enough for me to pursue the subject.

[...] Characteristically, she didn’t ask to resume it herself; I did this morning. [...]

[...] She didn’t know how she’d get through the night, she said, but she made it. [...]

[...] That we didn’t do so is part of the problem, of course. [...]

[...] [It didn’t.] Jane has a traveling infection, he believes, and he hopes it doesn’t get into her bloodstream. [...]

[...] By 4:25 she still hadn’t had a session, and I didn’t think she would.

(After my nap I asked her why she didn’t read more, to keep in touch with the world, and got quite a response from her. [...]

[...] Crying didn’t last. [...] I also wondered—but didn’t say so—why those ideas had allowed the whole question of something like vasculitis to develop to begin with—or, for that matter, the “arthritis.” [...]

[...] I’d gained a reprieve, but the reprieve didn’t gain positive results. [...]

[...] I probably didn’t want to write any more. [...]

[...] I didn’t have an idea in my own head about anything. In a half hour or so how would I suddenly find myself delivering such off-beat material in a voice that didn’t seem to be my own?

[...] Malba didn’t know where the daughter was, but she did know that her son now had two boys of his own. [...]

[...] She didn’t know how she ‘got about,’ but knew that she could travel to other places on earth. [...]

[...] She remarked quite spiritedly that I asked a lot of questions, but added that she liked us because we didn’t make fun of her.

(Peculiarly, I had no feeling of being detached from my physical body—that is, I didn’t feel I was bodiless, hovering above it: I had taken the bed up with me, you see. [...] I didn’t move at all, though, because of the noise from the kitchen. [...]

[...] The enormity of the stones in these buildings left me amazed; I didn’t see how blocks weighing 1200 tons could be moved without machinery, let alone fitted into place over twenty feet up on foundations, etc. [...]

The pyramids, the huge boulders etched out (I think Seth refers here to Baalbek; I didn’t interrupt to ask), all of this was done in one way or another through the use of, a knowledge of, both coordination points in space (described by Seth in his own book) and the use of sound. [...]

[...] She didn’t know where this data came from. [...]