“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The last few days he forgot to put his corn pad on (smile), with no resulting difficulty—another improvement he should notice. [...]

You forgot to buy the gasoline. [...]

(A week or so ago I forgot to buy gasoline, and this led to a situation that could have been dangerous. [...]

[...] I forgot to remind Jane of those topics before that session, just as I forgot to ask Seth about them while he was speaking. [...]

[...] I also forgot to ask him to. [...]

[...] It was then, though he forgot, that he was given the elixir to strengthen him.

[...] He energized me and I forgot my troubles....” [...]

“I got a definition of master events but forgot some of it … to the effect that master events are spectacular events whose main thrusts are outside of time, but whose actions on or in time [are] extravagant—out of proportion to their actual historical connections. [...]

[...] She never forgot the help you two gave her one night, when she was frightened, and that connects you to her in Framework 2.

[...] You would do better if you forgot it as best you could.

[...] I prepared tonight’s envelope sometime after supper, then forgot about it in the press of other business. [...]

(For a while the couple then disappeared from view and we forgot about them. [...]

[...] I am sorry I forgot to smile. [...]

[...] For certain periods they might have had problems in which they forgot their aims momentarily, and yet their beliefs in themselves individually and together were strong enough to give them their present reality.

You are both apt to say that Ruburt goes to extremes, and several times I used the word myself, and Ruburt never forgot it—but I did not use it with the same implications that it carries for him. [...]

[...] I’ve written my own longer notes explaining why I couldn’t find my account of the dream—I believe I simply forgot to write it down—but since I remembered it well I described the dream to Jane now. [...]

(February 1, Monday, 11:30 AM: I heard voices but forgot most of them. [...]

[...] It is as if Ruburt said “Aha, I must have the sun, or economic security, so my abilities can grow,” and became so concerned about that that he forgot the need for watering.

[...] He forgot, once again, that the creative self is aware of his entire life, and that his impulses have a creative purpose.

[...] She never forgot her brothers, and will be waiting for your father. [...]

(Another question I’d meant to ask but forgot to list, had to do with our failure to do certain things, regardless of how often Seth mentioned them: viz.—using the hot towels, trying for the library, etc. [...]

Someone—I forgot who—once said, “unless you become like little children, you shall not enter the kingdom of heaven.”