“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] This means I won’t get to save them, since I have to estimate how much of each food she eats so dietary can figure the calories involved. Jane didn’t eat a lot of lunch.

[...] Remembered James, I guess,/ and return to natural data; asked for help from supernatural force working through nature and then concentrated on the TV while eating. [...]

[...] At about 7 PM, we were eating supper and watching Buck Rogers on TV, when Jane had another panic attack. [...] Right after she’d finished eating, Jane began to ramble, talking about making impossible verbal rituals that she had to carry out before she could eat her ice cream for dessert. These periods were contrasted with examples of lucidity: “I’m going to make it,” although such periods were far in the minority compared to her ramblings about performing these rituals before she could perform any meaningful physical act like eating dessert. [...]

(I moved her in her chair over to the dining room table where we eat breakfast and watch TV. [...]

(Because her teeth were bothering her so, Jane couldn’t eat what we’d ordered for lunch—turkey tetrazzini—so she substituted dry cereal. I was upset because I didn’t want her to slack off on eating, and perhaps start losing weight when she was doing so well. [...]

[...] While she was eating we had a visitor, Nona, from Toronto. [...]

(Jane had trouble eating supper, but did get something down. [...]

[...] If he had a symptom after eating specific items, then he avoided those. [...]

[...] In your friend’s case, the realization that he can eat those foods means that he understands that he can encounter those beliefs in himself, as he is now beginning to do.

(Jane didn’t eat a whole lot of lunch. [...] I hadn’t eaten lunch today because a nurse had said to eat there at 330, since staff was having a party. [...]

[...] All at once I knew I’d be able to eat breakfast — maybe not in comfort, but at least eat. [...]

smart, so eat your cookies

[...] You are indeed to a large extent what you eat. [...] The eating of meat without doubt focuses the physical mechanism closely to the physical system. [...] Eggs and milk and cheeses can be substituted occasionally without changing your overall eating habits.

[...] We do eat fried foods, of course, but decided we could cut down on these.

[...] When lunch came Jane couldn’t eat some of the food on the tray, but, surprisingly, did well with the pizza the kids had saved for me. [...]

[...] When she brought it, it contained enough different kinds of food and soup so that Jane was able to eat her fill, though the omelet eluded her efforts to chew it. [...]

[...] An underground place where they eat or drink with shutters and an atmosphere depicting an era, 1871.

He will want to eat more, incidentally, for the body will be utilizing nutriments for repair. [...]

[...] Jane began eating a good lunch. [...]

[...] Jane was eating supper when Peg and Bill Gallagher visited between 6:05 and 6:16 or so. [...]

(Merle did not know we were eating there, but did know we were in New York City, having been so informed by phone by his wife, with whom I work in Elmira. [...]

(At the time of the 358th session we did not know Merle was scheduled by his company to be in New York City; nor could he have known where we would be eating supper at that particular time. [...]

Also, he uses his energy differently than you, and needs to eat oftener. [...] Either he may be hungry and take his nap, or he may eat coffee cake for example that initially supplies energy that quickly depletes itself—just about the time his nap is finished.

[...] They often fade after eating—in fact, they usually do, or after a friendly comment from you, or whatever.

[...] As soon as she finished eating she began to nap in her chair as she sat bundled up at the card table in the living room. [...]

[...] She’s fallen into a regular, very narrow pattern of eating, watching TV, and sleeping, either in her chair or in bed, night and day. [...]

[...] She sips Coke but doesn’t eat. [...]

[...] I’d started coughing after eating half of one of the candies I’d bought Jane for Valentine’s Day. [...]

[...] Joe was living with us; the three of us were eating supper as we watched a program on TV. [...]

[...] It is not safe to eat, or it is not safe to stop eating, or it is not safe to run. [...]

[...] My hands have been better and better, especially eating, but they’re sore, you know?” She does have somewhat less trouble using a fork, say, but still does about all of her eating with her left hand. [...]