“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The habit of repression dropped its hold to a great degree when he met you. [...]

[...] Also use a hot cloth on your face when your sinuses bother you, and do not use the drops as they aggravate your condition.

[...] Here Jane said she had the impression of a party, but decided to drop this line of association. [...]

[...] Jane has no middle name now; her name used to be Dorothy Jane Roberts but she dropped the Dorothy when we were married 11 years ago. [...]

In the latter case which you followed you allowed your psychic energies to drop to a very low and dangerous ebb, from which you are now just emerging. [...]

(Jane received this remark on January 23, 1964, according to her notes, just as she was dropping off to sleep: “If you would identify yourself with your entity instead of with your present personality, you’d be a lot better off.” [...]

[...] We focus our attention upon a certain group of events—the “present” ones—and then drop them into the subconscious where they seem to fall away and become distant. [...]

As best I can interpret the objective information at hand, the physical locale of my subjective experience is a precarious one, since outside the eastern and southern boundaries of Jerusalem the terrain quickly drops away into valleys close and steep enough to protect the city from large-scale attack — with hardly enough room there for the “hordes” of Roman soldiers I saw on the “flat ground.” [...]

[...] She’s made no effort to learn to write with her better-functioning left hand, as I suggested she do a couple of months ago, so I’ve dropped that idea. [...]

(On Tuesday, April 28, 1964, as she was dropping off to sleep, Jane experienced a rather unpleasant sensation within her body. [...]

3. The 453rd session, for December 4, 1968, is printed in its entirety in the Appendix of The Seth Material. In that session, I think, Seth came through with one of his most evocative conceptions: “You do not understand the dimensions into which your own thoughts drop, for they continue their own existences, and others look up to them and view them like stars. [...]

[...] Bill’s mouth dropped down. [...]

[...] She mentally dropped it, deciding to let Seth speak in his own way. [...]

[...] This afternoon I dropped in to talk about this incident with Jane & Rob; in the course of the conversation we decided that I should bring the tape of that class to their apartment this evening, stay on for the session, and record it and type it up.

[...] They did things with me — healing things — then dropped me back in my chair.

[...] From everything I saw, I judged that they would glide to earth or drop slowly through that textured air. [...]

[...] Four days after this, the teacher dropped dead.

[...] Peggy’s jaw literally dropped. [...]

[...] You are simply dropping the communication on the sound level. [...]

Our friend, Phil—the salesman I spoke of earlier—dropped in that evening; we began at 9 P.M. as usual. [...]