“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Her voice was normal for the most part, her glasses off.)

[...] Jane had finished her cigarette but hadn’t taken off her glasses yet. [...]

[...] Jane resumed with her glasses on, and with her eyes opening occasionally, at 10:40.)

[...] Her eyes had opened often, and halfway through the delivery she had opened her glasses, as if to put them on. [...]

[...] Her pacing was regular, her eyes dark, and again she was without her glasses.)

(9:36—Jane, coming out of trance, put her glasses on—then took them off:)

[...] Her ability to read has been remarkably improved today, even without glasses. [...]

[...] [We paid him the balance due on the front glassed-in porch.])

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

[...] She sipped at a small glass of wine as she dictated to me. [...]

[...] Grinning broadly, her eyes very dark, sipping at a glass of wine, she leaned forward to tap the desk.)

[...] Her glasses were off and her eyes remained closed while she delivered material throughout the session.)

[...] When she took her glasses off and placed them upon the coffee table before her, she was in trance. [...]

[...] I thought the other voice belonged to an older man with glasses and white hair, though I did not see this person. [...]

[...] The visitor was tall and thin, dark, with glasses. [...]

(The rectangle or triangle data refers to the fact that the worker wears glasses.

(Jane resumed with her eyes closed and her glasses on at 11:27.)

[...] This does not mean that you cannot travel to other planets, for example, within that physical universe, any more than it means that you cannot use tables to hold books, glasses, and oranges (as our coffee table did at that moment), although the table has no solid qualities of its own.

[...] As we sat for the session in our “new” den we could hear through the open sliding glass door the mixed chorus of tree toads and various insects echoing through the woods in back of the house, and up and across Holley Road.

[...] Things have been hectic here today, interfering with my painting: Frank Longwell and his brother started work today on the front porch, which is to be glassed in so that Jane can have more room. [...]

(This morning Jane found that for a few moments she could read very small print much better without her glasses than she could wearing them. [...]

[...] I got her a glass of milk. [...]

(Jane, as Seth, reached across the coffee table between us, to take my half-full glass of beer. [...]

[...] “Seth just stopped for us,” she said as she put her glasses on. [...]