“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Also, the garage door had been fixed.)

[...] We’re supposed to have the confidence that the body knows what it’s doing, and will fix that leg in whatever manner is necessary.” [...]

(To me:) You imagine a quiet home in the country—the dream in that regard in your mind, knowing full well you have no intentions of using “valuable time” to mow grass, fix pipes or tend to furnaces. [...]

(I got there at 1:10 after leaving the car at Acuto’s Pontiac to get the gearshift fixed. [...]

(I told Jane I’d called Paul O’Neill about her teeth last night, and that he’d be getting back to us soon about the best way to get her fixed up. [...]

(At 11 p.m., as I was about to begin copying checks from Maude Cardwell, Frank Longwell visited, and we talked about how to fix the back yard when the trees are gone. [...]

[...] Consciously he decided to expect that the car would be fixed, despite your truly gloomy semipredictions.

[...] Jane told me then that all through the meal, she had concentrated as hard as she could on the fact that the car would be fixed and waiting for us. [...]

All right now, I will fix all of you. [...]

[...] I fixed her lower teeth with a fresh insert, but it didn’t seem to help.

[...] When Jane called, Ellspeth told her she’d been working at fixing up or restoring an old chair—as I was working with an old chair for Jane. [...]

[...] Ruburt fixed the car, so to speak, in his own psychic manner. He would never have fixed it with a screwdriver, if he had a screwdriver in his hands.

[...] Nor have I forgotten that I spoke of an informal session; when your recorder is fixed we will have such a session, when you can be relieved for once from your note taking, Joseph. [...]

Ruburt should fix foods that he knows he likes. [...]

[...] Jane had a cigarette after I’d put drops in her eyes and fixed her glasses. [...]

What you have then was Ruburt’s desire to have his teeth fixed, when it was obvious that he must, and his fear that he could not perform adequately at this time. [...]

(She’d even thought I disapproved of her way of dress at times, whereas, if memory serves me correctly, I’d almost always liked the way she dressed, fixed her hair, and so on. [...]

[...] If we can fix one tree, surely we can do something with the universe. [...]

[...] If they fixed her knees and hips, what about her shoulders? [...]

[...] But the event provided us with an obvious clue—any body that can undergo so spontaneous a change can hardly be one that’s permanently fixed in a stiffened condition.... [...]

[...] The glasses can impede any such self-correction by providing a crutch that further weakens eye muscles, for example, and instead fixes the condition. [...]