“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] When break arrived she discovered that she had left her glasses on while speaking, something she rarely does. [...]

[...] From this room a large plate glass window looks down on West Water Street, and Tom is in the habit of watching the busy activities on the main street below. [...]

You set yourself against all of this, against the gist of life and joy and vitality, and turn your back upon it with the paltry excuse: “If one person does not love me in a male-female relationship in this life, then I threaten to destroy myself, and shatter the form that holds the spirit, and shatter the form like a glass thrown upon the floor, like a child in a tantrum.” [...]

[...] Because of her walking difficulties she’d stayed in her office chair, which is on wheels, and pushed the sliding glass door wide open from that position. [...]

A blue vase (long pause) of glass on a stand or table in a smallish room. [...]

[...] She did not speak, but finally took her glasses from me. [...]

[...] I sat opposite Jane in our quiet, softly-lit living room, working on these notes while I waited for her to take off her glasses and go easily into trance. [...]

[...] What better idea than to convert half of the garage into a writing room, with sliding glass doors, and add a screened-in porch there also? [...]

[...] She took off her glasses.)

[...] Jane took off her glasses, as she always does. [...]

[...] It is indeed a dark glass that shadows all of your experience. [...]

[...] Then she took off her glasses as she went into trance:)

[...] (Ed was the name of BT’s first husband, she told Jane over the phone.) A middle name beginning with B, or his nickname with a B who worked in a building that from the outside looks like a large (pause), building almost entirely of unbroken plate glass windows on the ground floor, such as those that cars might be displayed in. [...]

[...] “I’ll do the best I can with this,” she said, as she took off her glasses. [...]

(Jane resumed, with her glasses still on but with her eyes closed, at 10:42.)

[...] She had taken her glasses off.

[...] Malted milk is all right, good, but never more than two glasses a day. [...]

Because I say that you create your physical universe in the same manner and as automatically and as unself-consciously as you create with your breath a pattern of steam upon a glass pane, this does not mean that you create all that is. [...]

[...] I made her put on her glasses, drink wine, walk about, etc. [...]

[...] At last break I had poured a glass of milk for him.)

(Jane’s glasses were off as she looked at me, and she was also smoking. [...]

(Jane, hungry, ate cookies and drank a glass of milk I’d set out for myself before the session. [...]