“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(At her suggestion I’d brought in her old wire-frame glasses, but they didn’t seem to make much difference. [...]

(She began dictation on time, again without her glasses. [...]

[...] Upon resting she put her glasses on. [...]

[...] She began on time, again without her glasses, and at a normal speed with some pauses. [...]

(Jane resumed delivery in the same rather quiet voice, again with quite a few pauses, and again without her glasses, at 9:37.)

[...] Perhaps glass doors (long pause; at least one minute), but an expanse of glass.

[...] Most of the time we felt that her eyes were healing themselves, since often now she would be able to see with great clarity at various distances even better than with her glasses. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) To some extent this has allowed the eyes to read now and then without glasses. [...]

The glasses he wears are not nearly as important as his worry about which glasses to wear. [...]

[...] The living room can be closed off by old-fashioned glass doors, so we closed those and had relative privacy even though the children passed back and forth on the other side. [...]

[...] I cleaned her glasses to help her see clearly, and this helped when she went back to the reading. [...]

I don’t recall any of this, but according to Rob I then got a cigarette and sipped a glass of wine. “If I could have a glass of wine with you and enjoy it, I would. [...]

[...] And again, she began without wearing her glasses.)

[...] She now put her glasses back on. [...]

[...] Then she took off her glasses. [...]

(11:05.) Give us a moment … (Pause.) You build smooth structures of beliefs, then look at reality using the beliefs like glasses — tinted ones. [...]

[...] Her head was bent over, her eyes closed often so that I was afraid she’d bump into her glass of Coke, and perhaps knock it over. [...]

[...] Jane held up her empty glass; before the session I’d filled it with equal parts of wine and water.)

(As I took Jane’s glass in my left hand she grabbed my right hand and shook it vigorously. [...]

[...] A glass of beer hit the floor. [...]

[...] Oddly enough her glasses were on; nor did she lose them in the violent shaking. [...]

[...] Her beer was gone, but since I had a little left in my glass she reached over and helped herself.²)

[...] I was just finishing my notes when Jane took off her glasses and resumed speaking for Seth. [...]

[...] The girl’s violet eyes stared down at me as though they would move behind their violet glasses at any moment. [...]

[...] Some of the walls were of floor-to-ceiling glass. [...]

Now I am taking these off gently so you all can see, and tell Ruburt I will not hurt his precious new glasses. [...]

[...] Jane sat quietly through a long pause, then muttered: “Cracked glass ... [...]

(“There were two cars,” Jane cried out, glasses thrown aside. [...]

[...] When I cleaned her glasses for her I could see that her eyes were quite red—part of the healing process, I said. [...]