“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(At break she now recalled that in addition to the D O L L which she had given voice to, and which she had seen mentally within, she had also seen the letters A R, but hadn’t spoken them aloud. The word of course being dollar. Jane now said this word was Seth’s way of leading her to the price on the object, 50¢; she thought that if she voiced the word dollar, Seth might have tried to get the 50¢ through.

We have been making attempts in the direction of more specific material, and giving it to Ruburt in a slightly different fashion. For example, the D O L L. Your interpretation was correct. I was leading him to dollar, and then to half dollar.

The blanket incident overshadowed the other data because of the emotional content of the child’s fall. There is no need to go further in interpreting the material now. My heartiest regards to you both. Again, my concern for your time limitations. The D O L L you see, followed by the A R, would have required little interpretation. I was leading him to half dollar. We are coming along. Good night, my friends.

[...] A few nights later, evidently after I’d been wondering how much the bill would be I had a dream in color, in which I was informed of the amount of the bill —$800-odd dollars. [...]

[...] The cost of that little operation would also probably be astronomical—well over a thousand dollars, I’d say at a guess, so in light of the present bill from St. Joseph’s I doubt if we’d opt for it anyhow. [...]

An unforeseen circumstance involving three or three dollars approximately. [...]

[...] Jane believes this data is connected with the three-dollar data to come below. [...]

(“An unforeseen circumstance involving three or three dollars approximately.” [...]

(The items, paste, scissors, etc., for the class came to about three dollars, and were charged to the JCC. [...]

[...] A lot of money is involved—millions of dollars, upon which Blue Cross can collect extra interest by postponing their payments to clients, he said.

(I didn’t ask my wife who the eight dollars were for. [...]

[...] They had paid a three-dollar cab fare to go to the motel from the airport. Peg was quite angry about this, since the same ride two years earlier had cost less than two dollars. [...]

[...] A three-dollar fare which seems too much. [...]

[...] Then at his command, four silver dollars disappeared through the tabletop and he caught them underneath in the palm of his hands. [...]

[...] Pretend you are paying me several hundred dollars a week, tell him. [...]

Some point over the spending of nine dollars in particular, a five and four ones, something outrageously priced. [...]

[...] “I can’t even go home for an hour, without it costing two hundred dollars,” Jane said, and started to cry. [...]

Some point over the spending of nine dollars in particular, a five and four ones, something outrageously priced.

(“What do you think of my dream yesterday afternoon, about our receiving the million dollars?”)

[...] The Six-Million Dollar Man came on TV at 5:00, as I started a nap after massaging her—dehypnotizing her—as usual. [...]

[...] The one that comes to mind right now, though there were others, concerns the three-dollar cab fare, which they considered too high, and the right- hand turn, all of which were given here, and which proved out exactly.

[...] A comparable income now would amount to several hundred dollars a week.)

[...] This does not mean that a wish today for five thousand dollars will come minutes after. [...]

[...] Jane and I read that it will take up to four years and many millions of dollars to decontaminate, overhaul, and place the crippled reactor back in operation; the cost is given in incalculable estimates ranging from $40 million to $400 million. [...]

[...] Overall Ruburt felt quite competent, however, even in battling away at his advances two-thousand dollars at a time. [...]

[...] Creativity exists outside of time, yet your society gives you the idea that so many hours, whatever the number, must result in so many dollars—and you (to me) still cling, underneath, to that concept. [...]

[...] A three-dollar fare, which seems large. [...]

[...] You must instead insist upon watching every dollar in the bank, and fearing that it will dwindle away. [...]