“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] On that particular visit to the Art Shop I wasn’t looking for linen canvas, never having bought any there; indeed, thinking the shop didn’t stock it to begin with. [...]

[...] She told me bits of the material at times, but I didn’t retain them. [...]

However, if given a choice, Jane and I now would forgo the “benefits” stemming from animal experimentation, even if our own future welfares were to suffer because of a subsequent lack of knowledge—and providing that at a time of crisis we didn’t weaken in our joint resolve! [...]

(“I said that?” I didn’t remember doing so and I certainly wouldn’t say so today.)

[...] He knew full well that you didn’t feel you would ever make a living as a fine artist.

[...] Yet she didn’t remember any of the material at break. [...]

[...] At the same time, although the data was available, we didn’t want to lay this book aside to get it.

[...] Jane was well dissociated; she didn’t think much time at all had passed. [...]

(I believe that here Seth talks about predictions given some time ago that the dream book would sell; but I didn’t interrupt the session to check.)

[...] I hadn’t realized she was concerned that I thought she should let her work go on Dreams and concentrate instead upon our private material, but I was quickly able to convince her that I didn’t feel that way.)

[...] During break her “ecstasy feelings” — she didn’t know what else to call them — continued. [...]

(“Well, you didn’t say anything about color particularly.”)

[...] You can make marvelous strides in one direction, and still be held back in others by webs that didn’t show up before, because you were not pressing against them.

[...] Later this afternoon Jane said she didn’t think she’d ever tuned into Mrs. Steffans’s depressions in that manner: “If I thought I had, or still was,” she said, “I’d move out.” [...]

(Two automobiles equipped with blaring sirens sped past our apartment house, but Jane didn’t seem to be disturbed. [...]

[...] On the one hand I didn’t want her to feel I was pressuring her for a test every session; on the other hand I wondered whether she would think I was taking it easy on her if I skipped the test. [...]

[...] I didn’t know whether to attempt to forgive him or demand life imprisonment, for example. [...]

Once we’d decided to publish in two volumes, Jane, Tam, and I agreed that we didn’t want to move all of the supplementary data to the back of each book, as is often done in such cases. [...]

[...] Jane and I know that such correlations exist — indeed, we’d only be surprised if they didn’t. Others have often mentioned them to us, and we’ve done a little reading on Buddhism, Hinduism, Zen, and Taoism, for example, not to mention subjects like shamanism, voodooism, and obeah. [...]

(I told Jane I’d thought of using the pendulum after the session to get at the cause of the hand phenomenon, since I didn’t want to interrupt book dictation by asking Seth about it. [...]

(“Why didn’t I see the girl’s face?”)