“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] And now I feel, strongly enough to mention it, that my legs are growing down through the floor and my head’s growing up toward the ceiling….”

[...] The oceans rise and fall also, and in some cases the floor of the ocean becomes the surface of the planet, only to be covered again by water. [...]

(Jane now sat leaning far forward in her rocker; her head was far down, toward her knees, facing the floor. [...]

(To Kyle.) You see that I do not always take the floor. [...]

[...] You, I believe, now working on the floor of a hut, involved in the final process of making charcoal. [...]

[...] There on the floor, broken beyond repair, was a heavy flowerpot, laying in a pile of dirt and knotted geranium roots. [...]

(This leaflet had a good emotional connection to Jane, since a very few days before we went to the bureau she had a dream concerning an atomic attack, radiation, contamination, etc.; in the dream she saw a building and a floor plan that were very much similar to the actual layout of the local bureau. [...]

[...] See the floor plan on page 223. [...]

[...] She spoke without wearing her glasses, but instead left them on the floor near where she had been sitting. [...]

[...] She said she felt “real flat” after last break, because she felt that I had withdrawn my support from her; it was as though a great hole opened in the floor, around which she must walk carefully.

(It has been noted that Jane held the sealed envelopes to her forehead in a horizontal position, or with their long axes parallel to the floor. [...]

[...] This does not mean that your arms will suddenly fall to the floor. [...]

[...] The workmen poured the cement for the new floor on Thursday. [...]

(“Why has he responded to his feeling—how did you put it?” I asked as I rummaged through the session’s earlier pages, which I’d thrown on the floor beside the chair—“stalled, by giving up his physical mobility even more so now? [...]

(Her eyes closed, Jane gestured with the envelope, which she was holding with its long dimension parallel to the floor.)

[...] At the same time Seth stated he was not a spirit, although if he materialized in the middle of the floor we would pay more attention and not take him for granted.

It seems ridiculous now that it took me 116 sessions before I’d close my eyes or stop pacing the floor. [...]

[...] With a gesture of despair, she waved at the floor-to-ceiling bookcases and at the magazines piled on the coffee table. [...]

[...] Jane went to see what was wrong and found that Miss C had fallen on the floor, was suffering from severe lapses of memory and was in very poor condition. [...]

[...] Her room above three floors. [...]