“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Margaret Bumbalo gave Jane a colored-glass butterfly of yellow and blue-stained glass, opened flat for a wall decoration, and fastened by a suction cup. At first I thought it quite a useless gift, even if beautiful. But when I awoke to the fact that I could fasten it to a window pane via the suction cup, it was transformed somehow into a perfectly valid, evocative decoration of nature. And it was a lesson for me. “I’d have never thought of buying something like that for a gift,” I told Jane.

[...] I said I thought it was okay to have such thoughts, but one didn’t need to fasten upon them. [...]

[...] I have a Dazor lamp, a standard piece of equipment, fastened to my drawing table at work. [...] Due to the long narrow shape of the lamp shade, the objects fastened thereon end up arranged in a row.

[...] I let Jane sleep Sunday morning while I spent a couple of hours fastening the cushion in place and covering it with linoleum tablecloth material so that she could slide more easily on it. [...]

[...] She agreed that her own behavior was compulsive, in her fastening upon religion, say, and later on me. [...]

[...] In such an instance and under certain conditions such an individual would have his deepest dreads, therefore, fastened upon him.

[...] These are tack holes spaced rather close together around each piece of canvas, because the linen exerts a strong pull when wet; it had to be securely fastened to the Masonite panels, until dry.

(I repaired the broken legs with nails and glue, to insure a strong job; before, the legs had been merely dowel-fastened. [...]

[...] You do not understand them yet so you turn this great love inward, and try to narrow it down, and fasten it upon one individual who will then reciprocate—and you do not basically care who this individual is.

[...] He had a drawing board to which he had fastened a sheet of rough watercolor paper, and carried this around with him. [...]

[...] His sign is fastened to the wall of the house beside an office door, beneath a porch roof, and would not be readable, probably, from a passing car.

[...] In a way, we are completely on our own, manipulating in a subjective environment, aware of the workings of consciousness when it is not soaked up or fastened upon objective specifics. [...]

[...] Yet leaving the church framework, Ruburt fastened upon the mind as opposed to the intuitions. [...]

[...] Another, older lady was having trouble repairing a small mechanism that was fastened to the wall beside the car’s door. [...]