“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I wanted to get back to two-hour sessions….” [...]

[...] A half-hour at a time is fine, plus the effort to express any normally negative feelings at once.

(Smile.) It is the writer’s hour, and we will resume dictation.

There may seem to you to be no logic to these inner pictures, and certainly no connection between them and what you were thinking a moment before, or even an hour before. [...]

[...] As the hours passed she reacted to Seth’s data by becoming very loose and relaxed. [...]

[...] She said that after I left her at 7:15 or so last night, following all the events of the day, she “passed out” and slept well for 2½ hours. [...]

[...] During her first weeks home, I seldom slept more than two hours at a time: It seemed that I was always getting up to check the dressings on her decubiti, to adjust her pillows, to help make her more comfortable on the motor-driven, pulsating air mattress we’d finally settled upon as the best recommended support available. [...]

[...] At first she tried to do it as best she could through writing: Painfully, holding her pen awkwardly, she spent over an hour recording the first four paragraphs—even then, after checking our records, I added to her work material about dates and sequences.)

[...] Although Jane was hardly at her best, she discussed her caller’s personal problems with her for an hour. [...]

[...] The session lasted for an hour and a half; my voice was halting, with many pauses. [...]

The entire session ran three hours, and most of it was devoted to the ego and the subconscious and to their relationship to health and illness. [...]

[...] In a half hour or so how would I suddenly find myself delivering such off-beat material in a voice that didn’t seem to be my own?

[...] Where had the extra energy come from … after three hours of dictation as Seth? [...]

[...] (Pause.) Is he dressing to go out at this hour? [...]

[...] On February 7 Jane and I spent several hours at the Inn, seated on straight backed chairs at a dining table, ready to answer questions from all and sundry.

[...] All summer it had been limping along; it could not be driven more than 35 to 40 miles per hour without a strong vibration throughout, and any attempts at a higher speed seemed to be outright dangerous. [...]

You paint because you want to paint, and you set aside certain hours for your painting to insure that you will have sufficient time to do what you want to do; and this should be the reason for the regularity of our sessions.

If, and whenever possible, another brief, perhaps half-hour session, could be held. [...]

[...] Stormy weather had been building up for some hours. [...]

[...] There is one good benefit however: He rested the full amount specified (one hour) this time because he felt it necessary.

(She also had a profound healing session last night while in bed — she “swooned” in a state of near-ecstasy, she said, for over two hours while she felt healing effects surge through her. [...]

[...] Not wanting Seth to continue in this fashion because of the hour, I picked another question. [...]

[...] I realize that the hour has grown late in your time one, so I shall leave it to you as to whether or not I continue a most interesting discussion this evening. [...]

[...] He would have, or would keep, odd hours, no schedule, be messy.

(A small incident to illustrate: Yesterday morning at 8 AM, the tenant in the efficiency next door played the radio very loud outside our window for over an hour. [...]

[...] It goes without saying that a sense of time may or may not be interwoven in any given dream sequence, but you as the dreamer are not conscious of the physical hours that pass as you sleep.

(I did not mention the envelope, and in view of the late hour decided to forget about it for this evening. [...]

[...] This is tonight at this hour, I believe. [...]

[...] When he found Mr. Connor in the office after regular hours, and unexpectedly, Bill was upset and instantly tense.