“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] But also, I’d become so interested in the session that I forgot everything else. [...]

[...] I forgot.

(Seth:)You forgot the part about trying to love Anita Bryant, significanly.

[...] The package contained a sweater Sarah forgot. [...]

[...] I also forgot to note the time the session ended. [...]

[...] Only then could he examine it, you see, without qualm, and without being aware of the living voice that protested (Jane now spoke in a much louder and deeper voice temporarily); and so in his great fascination for what made things work, in his great curiosity to understand the heredity of a flower, say, he forgot what he could [also] learn by smelling a flower, looking at it, watching it be itself.

[...] He said something quite clearly, which I understood and retained for a few minutes, but nevertheless forgot by the time the experiment was over.

(Jane did not mention her experience to me then; upon rousing herself she forgot it, she said, until tonight when she had a similar experience. [...]

[...] I forgot about the incident until a couple of days ago, when I found the ticket in a coat pocket. [...]

[...] The heading of the chapter—I forgot to give it to you—is: “Before the Beginning.”

[...] When Ruburt forgot to worry because “he wasn’t working,” his natural playful creativity bubbled to the surface, and today he wrote poetry. [...]

[...] The Gallaghers said nothing about the object at this point, nor did I. Later at break I forgot to ask them about it.

And so, in this children’s tale, that is given to you in parable and in symbol, you came to have your being and yet when this universe, as you know it, was then brought into existence, you had to forget momentarily where you came from and you had to be created in flesh so that you could experience, in flesh, this new portion of creativity and so that you could, in your turn, create from that of which you were physically made and so you forgot your heritage, on purpose in a way. [...]

[...] I became so occupied with the succeeding sessions of this manuscript that I forgot to make the request.

[...] I wrote an account of the phenomenon while wondering if I’d distorted some quite ordinary dream happening — and while knowing at the same time that I hadn’t. I decided to ask Seth to discuss the two dreams when we went back to having sessions again, then forgot about them until I got around to rereading my first rough version of these notes last week. [...]

[...] Yet, you would not have consciously admitted the experience not too long ago, as something like it happened at an earlier date and you forgot it consciously.

[...] While asleep she had an idea, she said, of the subject matter for the session but promptly forgot it upon awakening. [...]

[...] “Maybe he’s already finished the book, and forgot to tell us,” I joked with Jane. [...]

[...] It was difficult for him to ask questions and take notes at the same time, but if possible, he wanted the questions answered before he forgot them.

Forgot.