“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The badminton was dropped because it succeeded so well—but also because Ruburt was not able then to face the dilemma between the accelerated motion in the game and the slow motion otherwise.

Now certain habits should automatically drop away if the game is played correctly. [...]

[...] As soon as I began judging him by his actions and his effect on us, I dropped this habit. [...]

[...] There was a sharp drop-off below us. [...]

[...] The temperature had dropped below freezing after a fairly nice day. [...]

Engagement once dropped re-scheduled

[...] The idea of Ruburt’s teeth should be dropped, however. [...]

[...] Since Jane’s idea would involve listing the material in such a fashion twice a week, and thus keep her involved, we decided to drop the idea, at least for the moment.

[...] For all I knew, Seth was a secondary personality himself, and at this point we could have dropped the sessions. [...]

[...] Jane also fussed with the machine, and a small quantity of water dropped from it onto the floor. [...]

He did not feel they had served that particular purpose, yet he felt the sessions too legitimate to drop then, and the psychic work too fascinating to disown. [...]

[...] You will find, incidentally, that within a fairly short time that the stock of which we have spoken will take a quite severe drop, after which it will slowly rise.

[...] Burdens will drop from your shoulders when you begin to see yourself unburdened.

[...] (Smile.) I have made my friend Ruburt sit fairly quietly for some time, so out of the goodness of my heart and with consideration, I will now end our session; though I may indeed drop in a word now and then. [...]

[...] I suggest that we drop the subject.

[...] He feels you both can be more lenient now since the possibilities have dropped some: because of his age he is less likely to become pregnant, than when he was, say, 30.

[...] Social barriers are dropped, economic positions forgotten. [...]

[...] Her head dropped, chin to her chest, eyes closed. [...]

[...] Two sessions a week were more than sufficient, I thought — I was afraid of going into trance at the drop of a hat.)

—but when Ruburt merrily began to write you spoke to him quite sharply, reminding him that he was dropping other projects to embark on a new one at Tam’s enthusiasm. [...]