“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She realizes that she lays tilted up at an angle in bed, and that if she lay flat she couldn’t reach as far down toward her legs, but even so, signs indicate that her elbows seem to be flexing more. [...]

[...] Jane fell asleep, flat on her back, mouth open, breathing loudly. [...]

[...] As far as I could recall, this was the first time she had permitted herself to lie flat during a session while in trance.) Because of the early training, you have somewhat assumed a position like those of the priests, and your word becomes extremely important, and almost like a law. [...]

[...] Jane still lay flat out, her eyes closed. [...]

Physically, I was sleeping flat on my back with my hands down at my sides. [...]

[...] I shook my head to clear it and saw to my dismay that the entire living room wall was lying flat on the floor, face up, closed door and all. [...]

[...] I got out again fairly quickly, this time able to study the strange sensing involved in distinguishing between the astral self I wanted to sit up and the physical self I wanted to stay flat. [...]

[...] As Jane and I were getting ready to eat lunch several staff people, including Cathy, Jan, Mary the head nurse, Dawn, Sue, brought in a large flat-pan cake decorated for the 30th anniversary of Jane and me. [...]

[...] She was standing at the sink washing dishes and looking out at the dreary flat landscape. [...]

[...] If you paint a picture within three-dimensional existence, then the painting must be on a flat surface, merely hinting at the complete three-dimensional experience that you cannot insert into it. [...]

[...] (Jane lay flat on her back on the divan.)

Now, the image of the god was to be put into the earth, flat upon it. [...]

[...] I could tell however that she was somewhat tired, and when she began delivery I thought her voice had a peculiar, flat, expressionless quality that could be the result of fatigue. [...]

(Again in the same rather flat and deliberate voice, although it was a bit stronger now, Jane resumed at 9:34.)

[...] Jane sat upright in the rocker, leaning her head back, eyes closed, hands flat on her thighs. [...]

[...] Jane still lay flat, quite unusual for her; she was not aware of any resistance, she said. [...]

[...] (Jane again lay down on the couch, flat on her back as she continued speaking.) As they lose their power it will be able to relax.

Before this your psychological world was a flat one, and discoveries can now be made, and new reference points be recognized, that would have been impossible before.

[...] Some of the time Jane had been flat on her back as she spoke to me. [...]

[...] Then while his two helpers stood guard to keep the raccoon in the tree, Floyd lugged a very heavy flat stone up the ladder and planted it across the chimney; he’s going to cement a wire mesh in place as a permanent seal against animals and birds.

[...] (Long pause, eyes closed; one minute.) Spatially, a painting is flat. [...]

[...] Seth had been very animated and amusing—funny, with a good voice, eyes open often and looking toward me as Jane lay flat on the couch.

You have a true or false world in that regard, and a relatively very flat psychological view of identity. [...]

[...] Helplessness when laying flat, you see, unconscious and in bed. [...]