“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Jane wears her glasses many hours a day, though she still takes them off when she sleeps, she said. [...]

[...] Then later in the morning I had to call him back to tell him about Ms. Murdock in social services, and the 16-hours-a-day private nursing proposal in connection with the infirmary. [...]

[...] I woke up stewing around 3:00, and got up for about an hour before returning to bed. [...]

[...] It should be absorbed in half an hour, as usual. [...]

[...] I arranged that both women would meet here at 4:00 PM to talk with Jane for an hour before supper time; Sue Watkins was also due that afternoon with some typed material for Psyche—which is why I made the arrangement to begin with.

[...] He can copy James then —an hour at a time—however. [...]

[...] When you worry all day then the library goes out the window, and so does your feeling of creative adventure, in your own creative hours, both of you. [...]

(I had mentioned this thought to Jane several hours ago, thinking that if she needed an exclusive workroom there was no solution for it but to move to a larger apartment.)

[...] As I have mentioned you can in a dream or daydream or through conscious use of psychological time experience many hours in a few clock minutes. [...]

(We were surprised now to see anyone working at this hour of the night. [...]

[...] You drop the idea of work as work during your usual work hours. [...]

[...] Instead tell yourself that creative ideas for your paintings can come to you at any hour of the night or day, and that creativity knows no time barrier.

[...] She suggested having a short session when the hour began to grow late.)

(My dream Seth referred to took place yesterday morning, and was so vivid I lay awake for an hour after having it. [...]

[...] Three-quarters of an hour is plenty for the pendulum, so that you do not have more to deal with than the “subconscious” can easily handle in one sitting.

[...] You must take at least an hour a day during which you do not think of loss of hearing, and I will give you some hints as to how to do this.

[...] If you began to paint for an hour a day, you would not need to eat so much. [...]

[...] That is, no more than a half-hour, at the most.

([Mary:] “And an hour of painting every day?”)

Your privacy during these hours is very important to you. [...] You may if your prefer close your bedroom door you see, neatly dividing your apartment in half during working hours. [...]

[...] (One of our cats nearly killed a young robin today, and Jane is trying to nurse it back to health.) The episode however was one of a series of interruptions of your private hours, and I do seriously recommend that you be allowed your work period without disturbance.

[...] She sat up in bed and wrote them down, which took her half an hour or so. [...]

(Then when I called her at noon, Jane cried for at least half an hour. [...]

[...] Yet there can be danger that you forget that creative time can produce in an hour magic creations that ten hours of frightened, enforced time can never do—and that a moment’s inspiration in a bar, or with company, or on a walk in the park can bring forth world-changing theories that no amount of fearful economy of time will ever deliver.

[...] Now you knew what you were supposed to do last week and it took you a good two hours to do it and now you want a medal. [...]

[...] Now who else do you know, except those two people (Jane and Rob), who would sit for one solid hour conversing in a language they do not understand? [...]

If responsible means, “I must be a parent twenty-four hours a day to the exclusion of everything else,” then you may be in difficulty, for that core belief might prevent you from using other abilities that exist quite apart from your parenthood.

[...] You may find yourself thinking that time is basically different from your experience of it, but fundamentally you believe that you exist in the hours and the years, that the weeks come at you one at a time, that you are caught in the onrush of the seasons.

[...] We spent all of our waking hours checking everything, and on Monday Jane called certain people at Prentice-Hall to give her approval of the index while I mailed Emir back to Eleanor.

[...] And it seemed in the beginning that science delivered, for the world was changed from candlelight to electric light to neon in the flicker of an eye, and a man could travel in hours distances that to his father or grandfather took days on end.

[...] I talked to them for an hour on the back porch. [...]

[...] At 4:09 Jane was given her next dosage of vitamin C — Jeff had changed the hours for some reason.

[...] I woke up half an hour later so uncomfortable that I had to get up.

[...] He must show that he produces so much work in a given number of hours, so that others will know that he is diligent and filled with the good male attributes of a provider. [...]

[...] We then engaged in a half-hour’s conversation with our neighbor.

[...] It will be noted that on the four days, January 21, 24, 25, 26, Jane wrote 52 poems in the course of from 16-18 1/2 hours.