“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

It should play far more a part then than it does in your lives, whether it amounts to a quiet half hour, simply lying together; but touch is vital. [...]

[...] It means something that you do not make love more often, also, and I am not necessarily referring to hours of rollicking passion, either, but to an allotted time to the simple pleasure of body and mind together, and to a kind of communication that is important for its own sake.

[...] Since the implications here might involve success, I said as we talked, perhaps that too had alerted the sinful self to become more protective, although her current state had begun hours before I suggested the call. [...]

[...] Ruburt, being an excellent writer, certainly does not feel at the mercy of all of those unknown, uncounted hours spent in childhood writing poetry—so it is only your frame of reference that makes the former statement appear to be true. [...]

[...] I suggest the following: that he worked at his writing certainly no less than four hours a day, preferably five; and that a portion of this time be given to poetry.

Now this is a necessity: the Psycho-Cybernetics for at least fifteen minutes, no more than a half hour, in which time he allows his imagination full imaginative play, positive play, where he is writing well, enjoying his body, where his pursuits are succeeding. [...]

(Jane and I worked on proofreading Seth’s book for an hour or so after supper, and then went for a walk. [...]

[...] She had no idea that she’d been speaking for just over an hour. [...]

[...] Your sleeping hours are already productive. [...]

[...] For when you are asleep, you usually cannot find the street upon which you live your waking hours, and when you are asleep, you do not know your waking self. [...]

[...] Seth usually devoted the first hour or so to his discussion on dreams and the last part of the sessions were given over to the experiments mentioned earlier with the envelopes and the long-distance tests with the psychologist. [...]

It is amazing how man regrets the hours spent in sleep. [...]

[...] The program, “Conversations,” is being planned for an hour. [...]

[...] Delighted, she spent the neat half hour walking back and forth across the living room. [...]

[...] You ought to try to work with plants also in the early hours of the evening. [...]

[...] I rang for some ginger ale and ice, since the girl who’d promised to bring it an hour ago never showed up.

[...] Slowly, after we’d waited half an hour for her to feel Seth around:)

(I repeated that she should have told me when the feelings began—not three hours later. [...]

[...] Beginning Monday morning, however, Jane began experiencing another strongly surging burst of creative inspiration — a clearly transcendent one that lasted for several hours. [...]

(“Rob suggested I take a nap, since the Monroes were to arrive in an hour or so. [...]

[...] You project upon dream images the symbolism of your waking hours.

Actualization does not need to wait for hours or days. [...]

[...] I am familiar with the inner portions of your selves that you also know, however, but that the egotistical self has hidden from you, and so I must think constantly to myself: ‘Oh, yes, our Lady of Venice [Seth’s affectionate term for a class member] thinks that she sits in this specific room at this specific hour, and is wearing a blue outfit.’

[...] Why, then, do you worry about justifying your own existence in this hour?”

Over the last few years, we have spent many hours with our dream records, though the daily time spent in keeping them up to date is negligible. [...]

[...] Once more, I’m up at all hours, scribbling down my latest dream notes, checking them eagerly against daily happenings.

[...] This was only my second time out as a substitute, and I never knew when I would be working until an hour or so before school began. [...]

[...] Down the hall somewhere a woman was shouting periodically — a display that took a lot of work and energy after a few hours. [...]

“I had all kinds of sudden flashes about this when I was doing the dishes (less than half an hour ago) — about Seth’s book, and that in a strange way it was difficult for me to get this book material. [...]

[...] Lynn stopped by to tell us she’d bring Darvoset at 4:30 — half an hour late for some mysterious reason.

[...] I was with her when she died in her sleep at that early-morning hour in September 1984. [...]

Usually a session runs for several hours, and the energy is used up by the time the session is over. On the show, the session lasted only twenty minutes or a half hour, at most. [...]

[...] I would like to think that for a few short hours a week, at least, I was operating at optimum capacity — that Seth’s energy and knowledge were really mine. [...]