“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] “We also forgot to remind someone about the dinner tray.” [...]

In the dream (of March 29) Bill Gallagher offers to take you out to dinner, and you say you have good food at home. [...]

(“At dinner, vague thoughts that Nebene hated taxes of any kind, with the chicanery involved.”)

[...] I filled out the menu for tomorrow so that I too would receive a full Christmas dinner to eat with her. [...]

[...] They sit quite comfortably on their living room couch, with dinner on the coffee table, surrounded by all of the dear, homey paraphernalia that is familiar to your society.

[...] The idea of a night in a motel, easily accessible on the ground floor, even with dinner in your room, is a beginning, out of all proportion to any events involved. [...]

[...] Impulses arise again to go out—for dinner, to mix with others, to a bar.

[...] 7 o’clock and dinner where there are many boats close by. [...]

Their dinner comes to $7.95. [...]

[...] I think Rob and I should sit after dinner a little bit each night for a Seth session or for some other development such as this. [...]

I suggest now, for now (underlined), that you each do arise at 6:30, and take a good nap before dinner. [...]

[...] When I awakened half an hour later, I prepared dinner. [...]

For Ruburt, with the longer afternoon now, a clear break with perhaps a walk and a small snack in the middle of the afternoon, will allow him extra and most enjoyable working time before dinner. [...]

Shortly after your dinner I came briefly, not sure whether or not I would even hold this session, in light of the extra one. [...]

There is also a dinner connected here.

[...] (While we were in Sayre; Jane was doing the washing; mother was cooking dinner, etc.) He remembered you and the pendulum, and having none there instead allowed submerged feelings up. [...]

[...] If it wasn’t a session night, after dinner and an hour’s poetry, we tried other experiments. [...]

Television at your dinner hour is advantageous, as long as it is not news. [...]

This evening for example, your after-dinner conversation aroused Ruburt’s own fears, sent him into an emotional state in which he accepted them, used them, exaggerated even his desperation, hoping to force an answer.

[...] As soon as the Gallaghers entered, they told us they had thought about us while eating dinner in Ithaca, NY, some 30-odd miles away, and had decided to stop by just in case we were home, even though it was Saturday evening. [...]

[...] A dinner at 375. [...]

(“On Monday night, one of the dinners cost $3.75. [...]

(This developed when Peggy spent an unplanned evening, including dinner at a restaurant, with her brother and his family, who live in Washington.)