“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] These were in your corner of the universe, but in your terms they would have seemed to have drifted off so far that none of your instruments could ever find them.

This happens very frequently when you consciously set the problem before yourself, state it clearly, and then drift into sleep. [...]

(Jane and I have not yet resumed the study of psychological time, although frequently as we are drifting off to sleep we will have brief experiences. [...]

[...] My own eyes closed and I let myself drift.

[...] “But I really got worried tonight, when I started drifting like that before the session,” she added.

[...] On occasion I was consciously aware of thinking how easy it might be on certain levels to let my desires drop one by one—there seemed to be few left in any case—and to let myself simply drift off into an unastonished death.

“I enjoyed the experience for some little time as Jane slept beside me, then let myself drift off to sleep.”

(I recalled, also, that as I was drifting off to sleep upon retiring that evening, I had been aware of a slight sensation of tingling or thrilling in my hands. [...]

[...] Drifts several feet deep had piled up in the driveway and against the garages. [...]

(For while approaching the end of the exercise routine I am quite aware that I will be in an extremely relaxed mood, and that as I lay resting I can count on drifting into a state where dreams reveal themselves. [...]

(I did want the situation resolved, however, because I could see it drifting toward a larger hassle with Tam and publicity at Prentice-Hall. [...]

[...] Seth here appears to be drifting into a photo interpretation, as below.

[...] There is no drifting through life, then, but a built-in search for the fulfillment of values, whatever possible successes, conflicts, or failures may be involved, and no matter how modest or great or complex any of those qualities may be. [...]

If you are in a world not yours, with your consciousness drifting, you are in free gear, so to speak, your feelings and thoughts flowing into experience. [...]

It is often bathed in dreams, and it drifts back to other lives and places as a release and a relief from the struggle that is involved in the new formation. [...]

[...] Habit will still have some power of restraint for a while yet, but whole blocks of conceptual realizations, and whole blocks of time realizations, are now surely drifting away from the ego’s control.

[...] You have drifted through interstellar space, not knowing yourself. [...]

[...] As I started drifting toward sleep I became aware that I was looking at my own head; the image lasted for several seconds and was quite clear, without being needle-sharp. [...]

[...] Instead she napped or drifted—even as she does now—while intermittently reading and rereading our material for Dreams without ever doing anything with it.

[...] Upon writing this, I now recall that immediately upon lying down I drifted into a rather complete, if brief, dreaming state—but I cannot recall the dream. [...]

[...] I put out the cigarette; its smoke had been drifting toward her.)