“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Reaching for him to make him move, I grabbed his tail and at the same time nearly lost my balance. [...]

[...] Do not grab hold so strongly, or you strangle the information that you receive. [...]

[...] And be brave enough to grab hold of this energy and this knowledge as your own. [...]

[...] Had the ESP book been instantly grabbed up, nothing at the gallery would have bothered him.

[...] When you grab hold of your feelings of creativity, again, you have seen results, and you will see them. [...]

[...] “But in a funny way that may be okay,” I mused, “because if that’s it, we now know where we can grab hold of the Sinful Self, once we know what we’re doing, not groping around in a morass of suppositions and speculations.”)

[...] The idea flitted through your mind and you did not grab hold of it, but it worried you.

[...] You can continue, and Ruburt’s improvement will continue in Framework 1, but you can also accelerate even further, and grab hold of the threshold in Framework 2, which in your terms will let Ruburt improve as easily as now your money comes.

[...] I grabbed my heavy corduroy coat. [...]

[...] Now all you do when you have an identity and focus on it, is grab out of your own bank of potentials a group of potentials and say, “these are the ones I will settle upon for now, and these I will call my identity, and so I will use these and I will ignore anything else.” [...]

([Bette:] “If you kept it up, I was just going to forget the thought and then get up and grab it.”

[...] You, it seemed later, grabbed hold of a job with great tenacity and would not let it go, and he grew more and more afraid of suggesting that you do so.

“There is no danger of dissociation grabbing hold of him like some black vague and furry monster, carrying him away to the nether-lands of hysteria, schizophrenia, or insanity. [...]

[...] To my complete amazement Rob stood up, grabbed my arm, and insisted that we dance. [...]

When he grabs upon a definite whole piece of autobiography, it is usually caused by impatience. [...]

[...] We really believe now that we have the key to success out in the open now where we can grab hold of it.)

[...] Once, he grabbed the notes from the bureau and approached me like some wrathful god, waving them in my face. [...]

A grab bag of some kind. [...]

[...] I had my own equipment handy however, and grabbed them up. [...]

[...] (Pause.) Some kind of white gum, or glue, had been rubbed into my scalp through my hair to improve the electrical contacts, and when the test was finished the attendant simply grabbed one area of the equipment and pulled the entire mess off my head in one motion—which felt like my entire scalp was coming off. [...]