“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] For a moment I thought she was dozing—but she was merely lying quietly while her “body tried to calm down a bit” from the exercises. [...]

[...] She often dozed in her chair and talked to herself, indulging in various flights of imaginative activity. [...]

[...] When I got up for supper she said she’d dozed briefly and had another, briefer dream episode like the one she’d had earlier. [...]

[...] A couple of times when she rested, she dozed off while I worked with the mail. [...]

[...] I decided to let myself fall back into a doze to see what else developed and to monitor my consciousness.

[...] I’d had several glasses of wine during the evening, and when I went to bed, I couldn’t get comfortable, but dozed and awakened often. [...]

[...] I dozed and awoke at 10:30, remembering nothing. [...]

[...] And once again Jane wavered at times between waking and dozing. [...]

[...] Willy dozed in a chair; it was a chilly, very windy night.

[...] Again and again she knocked the ball down the cellar steps, raced down after it, carried it back upstairs and sent it flying down again—just as though, it seemed, she still had to perform for us while a recuperating Billy dozed on a comfortable chair in the living room.

[...] Jane often dozed in her chair in the daytime, but woke up during the nights to watch old movies on television. [...]

[...] “I felt like when I got slow there a couple of times that it didn’t have anything to do with dozing off” she said, referring to a few longer pauses. [...]

[...] I began to doze in my chair as I sat at my desk. [...]

Because of her much-reduced thyroid activity, Jane often dozes or even sleeps in her chair. [...]

She hadn’t dozed quite as much in the hospital, for there she’d been roused by much more constant stimuli. [...]

[...] Jane sat half-dozing at the card table, and I tried to focus on reading some of last week’s mail. [...]

It happened so quickly that Ruburt’s old dog of an ego was taken by surprise almost completely, and the whole affair might have been successful, as far as its purpose being achieved, had not a quick preliminary sensation caused the ego to rouse from its pleasant doze.

(Also November 9, Monday, 7 PM: In doze, asked silently if I was being warned about a death. [...]

[...] By 4:15 she was dozing at times as I did mail. [...]

[...] The steadily increased thyroid medication hasn’t seemed to influence the dozing at all, though we’d expected that it would in the beginning. [...]

[...] I’ve mentioned several times her dozing or falling asleep outright in her chair. [...] Yet there’s more involved with the dozing—effects I haven’t gone into yet, and can only briefly refer to here. [...]

[...] She’s referred often to “gaps in my consciousness” while dozing. [...]

(After a long pause in midsentence Jane began to doze. [...]

[...] As I lay dozing I gave myself suggestions that I would recall my dreams in the morning and write them down. [...]

[...] When company had gone I talked to Rob and nodded and dozed—then again my leg suddenly dropped and entire body turned independently of my will or intent to the left. [...] Then in a moment of dozing I suddenly found my body moving forward, half standing, with strong energy and more or less natural motion—all by itself.

[...] Then late Sunday night I watched TV, dozing off a few minutes at a time—I came to, frightened, to find myself half off the couch and on the floor, trying to get onto my chair; yelled for Rob, who was in another room. [...]

[...] She referred to her dozing after we’d eaten.

[...] I believe I then either dozed briefly, or attained a very good state. [...]