“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I do not know if they stew or if they eat stew, you see.

[...] She didn’t eat much lunch, though.

[...] When the session was over I was able to eat. [...] But this too passed, although she couldn’t eat before we went to bed even though she was hungry.

[...] At the same time, through it all I could eat what I wanted, drink, etc., and the painting was going very well. [...]

Take a very simple event like the eating of an orange. [...] Do the cells in your knee know you are eating an orange?

[...] Obviously I am simplifying, since you can eat an orange, watch television, scratch your foot, and yell at the dog — all more or less at the same time. [...]

Possibly in New York your other friends eat turkey. It is better to eat turkey than crow.

[...] They eat a meal here also. [...]

(Jane did well eating today. [...]

[...] I filled out the menu for tomorrow so that I too would receive a full Christmas dinner to eat with her. [...]

Ruburt and Joseph often watch old Star Trek reruns (humorously) as they eat their evening meal. [...]

[...] They drink their coffee and eat their dessert.

[...] She’d had an enjoyable, rather heavy supper of hash and eggs and toast, plus ice cream, and began dozing in her chair as soon as she’d finished eating. [...]

[...] When you eat a piece of bread, your subconscious transmutes it into tissue, muscle, bone, and blood. [...]

[...] When you eat a piece of bread, your subconscious transmutes it into tissue, muscle, bone and blood Your subconscious controls all the vital processes and functions of your body. [...]

[...] The eating patterns also, and he will want to eat more. [...]

Your eating arrangement (in Apartment 5) occurred and in its way helped to stop the loss of weight. [...]

You did very well, suggesting you eat out, and in some other areas, Joseph, and helped Ruburt several times lately in important ways. [...]

[...] While she was eating a good lunch I thought of telling her the typewriter repair service had called this morning, citing a bill for $90.00 for the repair and a box of a dozen cartridges, but I forgot to mention it as we talked about other things. [...]

[...] He is using more nourishment, building new cells, and should be alert so that he eats however often when he feels the impulse. [...]

[...] Jane told me that after she got back to her room from hydro she had an excellent little experience, something like a waking dream, perhaps: She took some already cooked T-bone steak out of a refrigerator, and started eating it as she walked across a street. [...]

Ruburt’s brief dream experience, in which he crossed the street and began eating lustily a piece of steak, unconsciously activated all the portions of the body that would be necessary for such activity, though on a miniature scale. [...]

[...] They eat at a place that begins with a D. This is not it: it sounds like Den-I-ah however.

[...] It is fashionable to say: “You are what you eat” semicolon; that, for example, “You must not eat meat because you are killing the animals, and this is wrong.” [...]

When you eat, you must eliminate through your bowels. [...]

(End at 11:45 P.M. “He said that,” Jane told me, laughing, “because I have to get something to eat. [...]

[...] Were she to follow it, practically all we eat would be forbidden. [...]

You tell your body what to do with the food you eat—and when you are in a technological civilization, it is rather foolhardy to convince yourselves that your food is poisoned. [...]

[...] While we were eating we had a flurry of action in 330 as people—male and female—had to get in and dust and mop the floor, and talk about paintings, and so forth. [...]

[...] I guess I got depressed when I saw that once again she just wasn’t going to eat much.