“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] As she started to read this chant to us, she suddenly threw her head back and wailed the words in an extremely loud voice; she then remained in trance for five minutes or so, and began to speak in a liquid, near-whisper:

[...] It was as though the painting became abruptly alive, although the painted head of Ruburt did not change.

[...] Once out of trance, Jane said she had been bothered by the racket over our heads, but that she “held on to the trance” until break. [...]

(“I think Seth’s heading toward something new,” Jane said at 9:20, as we sat waiting for the session. [...]

[...] It wasn’t speaking through anyone — that is, it wasn’t coming from inside my head or through me as it always has so far, even in the dream state. [...]

[...] Those who stood in the positions of King (Martin Luther) and of both Kennedys bring the inner psychic problems to a head. [...]

[...] She sat with her head down, a hand raised to her closed eyes. [...]

[...] She sat with her head down, her hands raised to her closed eyes. [...]

[...] He was dragging a large tarpaulin upon which was piled a miscellaneous collection of camping equipment; he was pulling the tarpaulin down the center grassy area of the camping grounds, heading toward the entrance.

[...] I can see you shaking your head, and I have been putting off the inevitable.

[...] For no matter what I tell you, you still seem to fear as if you are limited and as if your self is something within your head bounded by your bony skull, and enclosed within your physical body. [...]

You are not to hide your heads in the sands. [...]

[...] Do not keep thinking of the job situation so that you are hammering yourself over the head with it constantly. [...]

[...] That is, at times I am rather obsessed with getting hard facts through your heads, and at other times I am in a more humorous mood. [...]

[...] Her head rested on her left hand, but she soon became quite restless in her Kennedy rocker and began to shift about. [...]

[...] The impression is of a small image or drawing (shakes head, eyes closed) that might represent a foundation, house, federal building or church, or monument. [...]

[...] The heading of the chapter—I forgot to give it to you—is: “Before the Beginning.”

[...] Data is sorted out, arranged and rearranged, as if associations were tabulated and retabulated under a million different headings.

[...] A note: Ruburt is heading toward something important with his latest poetry, and as always it leads toward a change of beliefs.

[...] The second note was a joke of sorts: Just because Seth apologized, I was not to get a big head.