“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] In the window opposite it Bill has a large hand-lettered sign dealing with the hours when his gallery is open to visitors and for painting classes. [...]

[...] The time he can spend at his gallery in Elmira is thus quite limited—another reason for the schedule of hours posted in one of the windows, as mentioned on page 109.

[...] It lasted for perhaps an hour.

(I did not think to note the time the session ended, but certainly it was within half an hour. [...]

Ruburt must do his own creative work in his writing hours. [...]

On the other hand you must at the minimum (underlined) work 4 and ½ hours a day at your own painting. [...]

[...] We haven’t even got discipline to get up at a decent hour much less work as we should.

5. Symptoms keep me at my work, can’t do much else; they stop me from frittering away my time, provide built-in discipline that makes up for other people’s work hours. [...]

(It will be noted that this day, May 23, marks the time when Jane had the vision of sickly hands, at a very late hour after we had returned home. [...]

[...] Again, Seth had run well past break time on the half-hour. [...]

(Slowly at 11:43:) While your consciousness is so engaged, your body consciousness performs many functions that are impossible for it during your waking hours. [...]

(With many pauses:) Give us a moment … Such a performance actually means that physical reality clicks off and on.¹¹ In your terms, it exists only in your waking hours. [...]

[...] Wednesday afternoon, then, an hour before I was due to check, the phone rang. [...] And it was he, regretfully explaining that Billy had died an hour or so before. [...]

I would suggest because of the lateness of the hour, however, that you do not this evening request such signs.

[...] But I didn’t have the nerve, considering the hour and other people.)

I can indeed feel you quail at the volume of my voice (louder again), considering the ungodly hour (louder yet, really loud, blasting out with a smile, to soon quiet again), and so I will lower it. [...]

I would not, Joseph, take advantage, either of the hour, which is later, nor of you, nor Ruburt’s willingness this evening, if I did not know that the action so involved would more than repay you. [...]

[...] She finished half an hour later, at 3:30, and we discussed the above events, plus her quick motions involving the burning cigarette of the night before that.

(Next, Jane said she was trying to find a radio and recorder here at our hill house in Elmira so that Sue Watkins, who lives an hour’s drive to the north, could borrow it. [...]

[...] “No one else was watching what I watched from my personal viewpoint that morning,” she wrote an hour later. [...]

(After Jane finished her outline and statement she slept for several hours. [...]

[...] Some of the visits lasted for hours and left Jane very tired.

(Since the visitors began to appear on the first day I was in bed and within a matter of hours, Jane and I soon thought it more than coincidence. [...]

[...] As I wrote in question 13 some weeks ago now, she has surrendered just about all activity except that involved with getting up and lying down, eating, going to the bathroom on a very limited basis, and puttering about in her breezeway writing room for an hour or so on occasion. [...]

[...] and an hour later I initiated our little discussion. [...]

[...] On a mental level and an emotional one, she used that probability in this life to enrich her own hours through daydreaming — but without, of course, any realization that those daydreams had their own reality.

[...] “I was really out — he could have kept me under for four hours …” She explained that just before the session began she’d received glimmerings of the material to come, but hadn’t had time to tell me about it. [...]

(The session had been going for perhaps half an hour when Bill suggested to Peggy that they leave because the hour was growing late. [...]

[...] An hour later I called Andrew Fife in billing; he was out for 15 minutes, and would call back, a girl said. [...]

[...] This meant for about three hours; Sumari had been included, too. [...]

[...] Both of us had slept for better than two hours this afternoon, and felt that we could sleep even more. [...]

[...] In your sleeping hours you will learn much this evening. [...]