“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She wrote this seven or eight years ago, and it was never published. [...]

[...] We hadn’t danced together in the eight years of our marriage, and the band was playing a twist, with which we were entirely unfamiliar at the time. [...]

(I asked about the title for Chapter Eight. [...]

Only the kitchen incident, approximately eight ten. [...]

After vocally and otherwise objecting for a good eight years, he stopped outwardly objecting. [...]

(In line with doing things differently, no session was held last Saturday night because over the weekend we decided to give up the Monday–Saturday session routine we’ve followed for the last eight months, and return to our original practice of holding sessions on Monday and Wednesday evenings. [...]

I am not as you should know, suggesting an eight-hour job. [...]

(Now that idea, I thought as I went into the kitchen to get Jane some wine for the session, made sense—it could account for the perpetuation of her symptoms on a daily, present-life basis, and made a lot more sense than thinking she was suffering now because of something that happened to her when she was perhaps eight years old or whatever. [...]

[...] Billy, our eight-month-old tiger cat, was sleeping on a chair near us. [...]

[...] It is a part that can understand why you (Vera) have so related to this man; it is a part that can understand why the five-and seven-and eight- year-old girl that you were has related to this man and not independently gone on. [...]

[...] Eight years was much too much for such an experience....

[...] It has come so far into physical reality (Sue is eight months pregnant), that it can perceive telepathically, but it will be some time, as you know, before it will be able to interpret speech as such. [...]

[...] Jane has been dead for thirty-eight days. [...]

[...] Valerie is thirty-eight years old, and lives with her husband in a western state; they have two children. [...]

(I spent eight or nine days in bed, the victim of what is generally called a virus. [...]

[...] Interest rates for such monies as discussed above were not, or would not, be tripled, Tom said, but such money was expensive, and instead of the usual six percent would cost eight or nine percent.

[...] Actually, correcting the proofs — carefully scrutinizing well over 500 printed pages word by word, checking and rechecking notes, spelling, punctuation, and so forth — kept us so busy that we suspended the next eight scheduled sessions, covering a period of 26 days. [...]

[...] [It grew to be over eight and a half feet deep in the reactor building.] Utility engineers now have in operation a filtering system to decontaminate before storage the nearly one million gallons of water in the two buildings. [...]

By August, however, Jane hadn’t “walked,” even by leaning upon her typing table and pushing it before her, for over eight months; she was still getting around the hill house in either her wheeled office chair, or the old straight chair I’d equipped with casters last June. [...]

They were married twenty-eight years and had a son and daughter. [...]

An event at eight, last evening, in a different room than the room in which a previous meeting was held, that she attended.

[...] Then I remembered that Seth hadn’t given headings for the first eight chapters of his book. [...]