“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(This is the first time my wife has ever asked me to come at a different hour. [...]

[...] Jane wrote the outline for it in less than an hour, and says the process of intuition responsible for it was much like that which led to her production of the book of poetry discussed in the 227th and 228th sessions in Volume 5.

[...] He would, she said, be only too pleased to speak to us and be of help; he would speak now for hours, Jane said, were it not for the work involved on our parts.)

Many of you would have questioned yourselves for an hour, “Why do I want to go back to bed? [...] And so, at the end of an hour, had you begrudgingly gone to your bed, the inspiration would have long since departed. [...]

[...] Did Ruburt feel like making love during your working hours in earlier years, you actively discouraged him, and told him through actions and words that displays of innocent affection turned you on sexually, and disturbed you when you wanted to paint.

(2 hours, 6 minutes.)

[...] An hour later the circumference had shrunk a bit, to 2 ”. [...]

(At 6:30, and for the next hour or so, I noticed many small instances of my familiar tingling or thrilling sensation; it finally localized in back of my ears.

[...] From two perspectives she rather briefly describes one such episode, which actually lasted several hours, in her Dialogues, and in Adventures in Consciousness.⁵

(Jane often enjoys being up and alone in the early hours of the day. [...]

[...] She talked with the teacher for half an hour, and the two women made their peace. [...]

[...] As it was we spent about half an hour during break in an effort to begin to sort out the impressions. [...]

(During the half hour that break lasted we made what connections we could, but most of our time was spent puzzling out the four letters, etc. [...]

[...] The effect lasted for about an hour; during this session Bill and I together saw a distinct change in Jane’s features. [...]

[...] Jane had a couple of hours work to finish at the art gallery where she then worked. [...]

[...] When we went back for it an hour later it was indeed ready. [...]

[...] I suspected she’d cut the session short because of the hour, our schedule, etc. [...]

(For the past few days I’ve done little “creative” work, beyond working on my watercolor portrait of Mrs. Johnson, the subject of my dream of last November, for an hour or two in the mornings; then in the afternoons I’ve typed these sessions and written the required notes for the record. [...]

[...] However, be not confused, for my own energy (loud voice) is far superior to his (louder), and though I dare not speak he listens at this hour. [...]

[...] We had changed our schedule, and our earlier hour of rising has made itself felt by session time. [...]

[...] We sat with our hands on the pointer at the given hour, but asked no questions. [...]

[...] There is no one who can tell you how many dollars per hour you receive for your work, or what value it has. [...]

(11:51.) You have had in the past to some extent a disdain, because of your beliefs about yourself, for people perhaps met on the streets during business or working hours, or for people who did not have jobs, or who did not punch a time clock or whatever, and it is by those attitudes that you judge yourself (intently), and find yourself wanting in the eyes, say, of your brothers. [...]

[...] I could run on for hours, but you would probably catch me. [...]

[...] Then, I am sure, you will see the similarity between this alone sort of inner psychological time, experienced often in waking hours, and the sense of time experienced often in a dream. [...]

[...] A few weeks earlier Jane had tentatively okayed with publicity the idea of doing an occasional radio-phone interview, based on the condition that first she obtain one of those desk microphones/telephones so that she didn’t have to hold the phone for an hour or more. [...]

[...] It is also true, however, that his hands and arms became more aggravated in their condition precisely because he did not want to be able to hold the phone to do an hour show. [...]

[...] Your metabolisms are different, quite naturally, and under the usual situations, given your lunch hour, Ruburt needs a good meal, sometimes certainly between five and six at the latest. [...] He enjoys the twilight hour in his writing room, and though the seasons have something to do with that, still it is a good idea when possible. [...]

[...] It was a day of encounters with her—her two-hour bath, the preparation of meals, and the wild hope that he could escape after supper for a few hours.

[...] Several hours passed. [...]

(I paused, considering the late hour, then asked Seth for his opinion about the recent visit of a young scientist from a Western state. [...]

[...] However, when I woke up a couple of hours later, with my stomach full of gas again, I actually caught myself in the process of worrying about her. [...]