“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] They lived out of town, separated in time by a drive of approximately (half an hour). [...]

[...] In about a half hour the same mental activity returned, and finding himself struck by this, he mentioned the episode to Joseph and again cast it from his mind.

Spontaneity will rise up during the hours given to work, and outside those hours, but he must continue those habits upon which his well-being depends. [...]

(A nurse and an aide met me at the door to 330 this noon and told me that they’d spent half an hour trying to get Jane comfortable. [...]

[...] We had a pleasant exchange for about half an hour. [...]

[...] You tune in to them, making choices, for example, if more than one favorite plays at the same hour.

(End at 12:35 A.M. As we ate breakfast several hours later, Jane told me that during the night she’d kept waking up with ideas she thought were connected to “Unknown” Reality. [...]

[...] But it’s also quite interesting to note that on both occasions Jane tuned in to data on Atlantis within hours after Seth had discussed ideas involving alternate realities.)

[...] Yet Rob woke up quickly enough, for I was to speak for Seth for over two hours. [...]

[...] (It was Seth, incidentally, who suggested we take a five-to-ten-minute break every half hour or so.) Rob and I didn’t know what to make of this session. [...]

[...] It insisted that other creative material come outside of Ruburt’s five-hour writing day. [...]

[...] The feel of the bedsheets against her body was “almost too much” for an hour or so after the session. [...]

[...] Expressed concern—this is tentative—over the lateness of an hour.

[...] I close our sessions, Joseph, within a convenient hour, for your own benefits. [...]

[...] As we ate breakfast early Friday, Jane and I were astounded by television news reports that in the predawn hours of the 25th, Iranian time, American commandos had failed in a very complicated attempt to rescue the hostages. [...]

[...] Jane grew very relaxed as she sat there at that quiet hour—yet she wanted to hold the session anyhow; she called me early; she felt Seth around….)

The physical time was nothing—a few hours—and physical time had to pass for the writing of the books. [...]

[...] He wanted her agreement to an interview next Saturday at 3 PM, for a radio show about science fiction, for half an hour. [...]

[...] Minutes, hours, or years have lost both their meaning and their fascination. [...]

[...] Sue Watkins remains close (to both of us, by the way), even though she now lives in a small community that’s well over an hour’s travel north of Elmira. [...]

[...] I was surprised that an hour had passed. [...]

[...] You do not have to kneel down before a money god two hours a day.

[...] It was getting late in the afternoon and I told her she should turn over on her side soon, to get off her back for an hour before supper. [...]

[...] In all that time I missed spending up to six or more hours a day with my wife only once, because of a heavy snowstorm. [...]

[...] I’d worked on taxes for an hour this morning, and Dreams. [...]

[...] I’d done her eyedrops an hour ago. [...]

[...] Yesterday Frank had told me that it wouldn’t be as easy to see Jean now that it was a 15-hour drive instead of just running down to Washington DC.

[...] At this relatively early hour, Lynn came in to give Jane her eyedrops after which my wife said she was ready for a session.)

[...] He needs that background of past joy and success, of sunny hours in the past, to help revive him. [...]

[...] Several hours devoted on occasion to intimate relationships of sexual nature would be advantageous, simply because of the implied suggestion that you were not only willing but anxious to devote yourself to her. [...]