“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The church could not trust revelations, lest new orders might come to contradict the old ones, to upset the spiritual status quo, and hence the social organization that developed about it; or that might revive old tenets once a part of Christianity but later dropped—such as a belief in reincarnation.

[...] They didn’t seem to well up from inside me, but to be dropped down into my head.

[...] There is initially a sideral movement of consciousness, a dropping away sensation.

[...] Somehow, I begin a discussion of the Seth Material with them and go into a talk on physical reality and such, and discover that a few years ago, they had received some strange messages through Jane from ‘someone claiming to be a dead spirit.’ ‘But it was ridiculous,’ Jane says, ‘so we dropped it.’

After projection is accomplished, however, there is a marked decline in chemical activity and hormone action, a drop in body temperature and a drop in blood pressure. [...]

[...] They are most apt to occur in the early hours, between 3:00 and 5:00 A.M. The body temperature drops at such times. [...]

[...] Just as we took our break the routine visits in regard to Jane’s daily vitals began: eye drops, temperature, pulse, blood pressure [120 over 70], taken by LuAnn, Carol, and Lorrie. [...]

[...] Old impediments do indeed drop away, because you enter into a higher kind of knowledge—a kind of knowledge for which you also have been searching for for some time, a structure in which Sumari time operates, so that certain aspirations can be achieved in a very minimal amount of physical time. [...]

[...] Cells, as entities, do not drop off [the physical form] like apples. [...]

[...] Her voice had dropped somewhat in key and sounded oddly muffled. [...]

[...] Just as were ready for the session, Sharon Hawley came in to see about eye drops. [...]

[...] Her doctor tried one medication, then dropped it to try another, and that didn’t work....” [...]

[...] After she finished the session, Jane said she’d been thinking lately about dropping taking the antidepressant medication each night. [...]

[...] Planets can explode on the television screen, and Ruburt will not spill one drop of coffee. [...]

[...] It dropped its most obvious religious coloration for some time, and could simply appear as an unusually strong dedication to work and discipline. [...]

Then there are quite necessary resting periods in between, in which theoretically (underlined) the matters would be best dropped from conscious concentration. [...]

(Today she was much improved, psychologically, at least, and so was I. We talked off and on for much of the day, between interruptions like Rusty and Hal dropping in, my going shopping, etc. [...]

[...] It is quite effective to read such sessions regularly, then to drop them for a week or so for other material, and go back to them. [...]

(When Joan, an RN, came in to see Jane today for eye drops, she at once noticed the improvements in my wife’s condition. [...]

[...] What is that thought that flashed so momentarily and clearly and then to drop away, upon what is it dependent. [...]

[...] Go, go, go.
Why not have a band play and give balloons away?
There’s nothing like killing birds
To clean up the business section.
We could feature a Starling Day, for our centennial celebration,
Such elation as the city fathers
And other pot-bellied elders
Did their best to keep the city clean.
We could give ice cream away to the kids who killed the most,
The hosts of observers could yell the cheer:
“Oh, it takes such courage and it takes such brawn
To drop the blackbirds on the County House lawn.”

The idiot swears
That the birds are holy.
He shouts as the starlings drop
And the police chuckle good-naturedly
“Stop. [...]

(November 29, Sunday, 2:00 AM: While dropping off to sleep, I saw many calligraphic-type symbols of squares within squares, triangles, circles, etc., in white line on a dark ground. [...]

(More calligraphic symbols upon dropping off to sleep.)

[...] It seems also that your subjectivity has a mysterious unknown quality about it, and that even your mental life has a sort of insidious dropping-off point, a subjective cliff over which thoughts and memories fall, to disappear into nothingness. [...]