“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] A thunderstorm had been trying to develop for some little while; finally it began to rain and blow as I helped Jane prepare a dish to be baked for our evening meal.

[...] She suddenly asked me to lay the paper dish holding the cake on her lap, and to give her the spoon. [...]

[...] The cooking efforts, the dishes, have benefits that do not show beside those you are familiar with. [...]

Again, the more normal activities, as with the dishes, et cetera, that Ruburt tries, the more he states his intent to do normal things. [...]

[...] If I was in the writing room, say, I think of her in her own writing room, or the kitchen or the breezeway—or even walking, doing the dishes, perhaps, or turning on the TV. [...]

[...] Then while doing dishes this morning I had the feeling a whole book on health is there or here. [...]

[...] She was standing at the sink washing dishes and looking out at the dreary flat landscape. [...]

[...] By 8:30, when she’d finished doing the dishes, the overall soreness had dissipated to some degree, but she appeared to be so groggy with relaxation that I hardly expected her to want to have a session. [...]

[...] It was as real in Framework 2 as a dish or an apple. [...]

[...] The soap dish in the shower should be replaced. [...]

[...] She’d picked up that from him while doing the dishes tonight.)

[...] She was standing at the sink washing dishes and looking out at the ‘dreary’ flat landscape and at their pickup truck parked there. [...]

[...] It seemed I had to rush through dinner and the dishes and my normal chores in order to get through by session time. [...]

(Shortly after I became aware, Jane began to do the dishes. [...] Jane made noise handling the dishes, I heard the water run, etc. [...]

[...] In important ways at certain levels, while the proof may be in the pudding, the dish of pudding is not nearly filled (with some humor). [...]

[...] I thought I should be doing the dishes.... [...]

“I’ve been getting some fascinating stuff,” Jane said as she did the supper dishes. [...]

[...] You cannot pick up a lamp or throw a dish. [...]

[...] Then she did the dishes, and so forth. [...]

[...] And I’ll often get things like I did the first part of this session, when I was busy with the dishes. [...]

(Jane now said she picked up something about my mother and dishes. [...]

(To Carl:) Now this was a poor-enough bargain for her to make, but for you to add to it in her mind, to demand that she prove this womanhood daily with the dishes or the housework or whatever, was too much for her to bear, and she felt doubly betrayed by you and by herself.