“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Willy was already eating.)

[...] If you had to you could even fix it so Ruburt could eat mostly in the car, or in a van. [...]

In the meantime—now, another string—he felt the need again to come closer to you, and you ended up eating over there (Apartment 5). [...]

[...] He has had difficulties on Fridays because he eats meat on Fridays, and difficulties Sunday because he does not go to church.

[...] “I want a nice big snack but I feel all this stuff that Seth’s got ready, right on the line … Oh, to hell with it — let’s eat!”)

[...] As the animal must play, mate, hunt his prey or eat his berries within the physical context of sun, ground, trees, snow, hail and wind, so in a different way man must pursue his ideas by clothing them in the elemental realities of earth, by perceiving them as events.

[...] These realities within the dream universe may be created by you, but they are as actual as the piece of cake that you eat, or the poison that you may swallow. [...]

(However I did not think much of this, and since Jane was already getting breakfast at the other end of the apartment, I forgot to mention it to her by the time I sat down to eat. [...]

The peanut butter he instinctively seeks out, but he should get in the habit of eating other kinds of nuts—cashews particularly. [...]

(After the session we had something more to eat, then relaxed by playing with our cat, Willy. [...]

[...] As I wrote in question 13 some weeks ago now, she has surrendered just about all activity except that involved with getting up and lying down, eating, going to the bathroom on a very limited basis, and puttering about in her breezeway writing room for an hour or so on occasion. [...]

[...] The act of eating is psychically significant, and when possible should be treated as such. [...]

[...] As soon as the Gallaghers entered, they told us they had thought about us while eating dinner in Ithaca, NY, some 30-odd miles away, and had decided to stop by just in case we were home, even though it was Saturday evening. [...]

[...] Bill Gallagher sees a dog-eat-dog world, and, as mentioned earlier, animals have an entirely different meaning to Bill.

[...] Strangely, she could eat and chew better with the tooth gone than while she still had it. [...]

[...] In usual experience, you hold that apple in your hand, or eat it. [...]

[...] You cannot even eat the meat of a cow, not nonchalantly. [...]

[...] We had never seen Willy behave this way before, and in a few moments he was as friendly and calm as usual, and resumed eating.

[...] You can pretend that dreams are not “real,” however, so you can have your cake and eat it too, so to speak.

(It seems that last night John, while eating in a restaurant with a friend we do not know, was informed by this friend that the Elmira police had taken into custody a man who had been making the rounds of the Elmira pharmacies with a forged prescription for narcotics. [...]