“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He will indeed greet your father. [...]

(There was no greeting. [...]

I was not certain, after our last so-lengthy session, that I would be greeted with open arms this evening.

—and our greetings to our new friend.

[...] Seth plunged in, in a most animated way, without preliminary greeting. [...]

[...] No greetings or responses are included except in isolated instances, nor any good-evenings and closing notes. [...]

[...] Thus you are greeted with a certain set of sense data. [...]

Instead of the test, you are greeted with a vision of the shimmering glass with its glowing colors and prisms, rich and intricate, representing the true source of life and sexuality itself—the vast multidimensional mosaic of which sexuality is but one facet. [...]

(To Natalie Swing.) And when friends appear by your bedside you greet them heartily, and you realize that they have known you in the past and that they have your concern and development at heart. [...]

[...] I might even greet you at what Ruburt calls your large French doors. [...]

I might even greet you on vacation.

As he’d hinted in his greeting this evening, Seth did have some material for us—regardless of my wife’s announced disinterest—and that information contained some surprises. [...]

[...] She was having an animated conversation with John as 9 PM approached; when she began without the usual greetings, she flicked the recorder on.)

I would also have greeted Ruburt’s father, but indeed I was not invited to join the graceful family circle. [...]

May I now wish you all the heartiest of greetings.

[...] Seth greeted us, gave a few voice effects which were controlled because of the hour and the proximity of other tenants, and expressed his willingness and capability to continue until six in the morning. [...]

(To Sissy.) Now, may I give particular greetings to a friend of Ruburt’s over there in the corner. [...]

(Seth abruptly came through without greetings:)

[...] He was greeted with a large silence momentarily. [...]

In your sleep you may have greeted friends who are strangers to your waking self. [...]

[...] Until Ruburt was at his desk this evening, he did not finally decide whether or not he would greet the strangers you knew had earlier tried to reach you. [...]