“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] But as I say it I remember reading that they didn’t eat tomatoes in those days. [...]

[...] Sarah liked to eat a lot.

[...] Pete didn’t call, and I didn’t do a damned thing except get up, clean up, get the paper and feed the cats, eat breakfast and go to work marking up Chapter 4 of Dreams, which I finished typing a couple of days ago. [...]

(Israel is constantly in the news, of course, and we see the television reports while eating supper or later in the evening. [...]

A cat playfully killing a mouse and eating it is not evil. [...]

The cat eats the mouse.

[...] There were no marks on the chipmunk’s little body; they hadn’t tried to eat the creature. [...]

[...] That statement is far more to the point than the one that says, “You are what you eat.” [...]

[...] I worked on mail after helping Jane eat lunch, until she said she was ready for a session. [...]

[...] I finally ended up rereading a couple of the private sessions on the chest difficulty, and the trouble seemed to largely abate itself by the time we were eating supper.

[...] While she ate I described my reactions to and thoughts about Quest for Fire, a well-known movie of a couple of years ago that I’d seen part of on television’s Showtime channel while eating supper last night.

(After eating an excellent lunch, Jane told me of her own long and complicated dream of last night. [...]

(Jane didn’t eat much supper. [...]

[...] In fact, while she was eating I forgot that she had the new teeth, so well did she do. [...]

[...] She didn’t eat well for either lunch or supper. [...]

[...] There were many people about, sitting and eating at small round tables with white cloths. [...]

(I didn’t eat lunch because Lynn had arranged a surprise birthday party for one of the nurses, and she invited me to share in the food. [...]

(The crew at the hospital did have a birthday party for me, and even though I knew what they were up to, it was still a delightful surprise, what with their obvious good will and cheers, the cards, and the food — more than we could eat, at least Jane and I. Mary, the head nurse, made the chocolate cake with chocolate icing. [...]

[...] Would you come down earlier and maybe eat lunch with me?”

(Jane didn’t eat much breakfast, except cereal, because the young girl who fed her couldn’t properly present the bacon and eggs, for some reason; Cathy’s sister. [...]

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

[...] It is a natural-enough development, caused by the fact that Ruburt does not sit up yet properly to eat. [...]