“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I demand, therefore, that the sun shall shine for a certain number of hours, and that the rain shall pour for a certain number of hours . [...]

[...] We played a sort of game: I liked her, but I wasn’t going to be besieged by a barrage of negative thoughts and pessimism for an hour, no matter how wittily presented—and she knew it. [...]

[...] “It would have taken me three hours to do it right.” [...]

(The day after this session, Jane greatly enlarged upon her original estimate — three hours — of the time she’d need to interpret the long or slow sounds. [...]

[...] Several years later, I asked her to write for this note her own account of the relaxation effects that grew out of the hours she spent in contemplation with that massive tree:

[...] Nevertheless, she was surprised that almost half an hour had passed.

[...] She has been working long hours on her book for Prentice-Hall, The Seth Material, and has but a couple of chapters to rewrite. [...]

(We waited for the session to begin for an hour and four minutes — something neither of us could recall having done in the past. [...]

[...] I’ve also been painting several hours a day, recording dreams, writing extensive notes on a variety of subjects, filing reference material I’d let pile up, and, lately, working in the yard of our hill house each day.)

[...] You may sometimes forget now how vehement your joint ideas were in those years, against the ordinary individual’s prospect of working eight hours a day, year after year, in the same place, doing the same thing. [...]

[...] It was some hours before we could find another place to stop. [...]

[...] She said this was one of the occasions when Seth could have gone on for hours; he felt fine and was in a rare mood. [...]

[...] He would give us certain times during evening hours when the three of us would try to contact each other telepathically, and make notes of whatever impressions we might receive.

I leave ordinarily close to ten past eleven, often when I could stay longer; but Ruburt has decided upon the hour and he—

[...] She said she no longer fears running past regular break time every half-hour, as she once did, especially when she began to deliver the material sitting down.

[...] The poor lunches on nursery school days were the result of resentment because of the school hours.

[...] Lorrie came in to give Jane eye drops, even though I told her I’d done so a couple of hours ago. [...]

[...] Our early evening hour passed as usual until I was getting ready to put on my jacket to leave. [...]

[...] It often seems that sleep is almost a small death, and psychologists have compared dreaming with controlled insanity.⁵ You have so divorced your waking and dreaming experience that it seems you have separate “lives,” and that there is little connection between your waking and dreaming hours. [...]

If in your waking hours you playfully make up a dream for yourself, and then playfully interpret it without worrying about implications, but for itself only, you will unwittingly touch upon the nature of your own nightly dreaming. [...]

[...] She was quite surprised to learn that an hour had passed, however. [...]

[...] [Incidentally again, it is Thursday afternoon as I type, and in an hour one of the Ryall boys from the Handi Book Center in Elmira will be at the house to have Jane autograph 20 or so copies of Mass Events; the store received them today, and has a number of orders for copies. [...]

[...] You had experienced centuries, yet only an hour of your time had passed. [...]

[...] There is here however a fairly strong possibility (underlined), in connection with someone else she may meet—a male who wears glasses in his leisure hours. [...]

(Smiling:) Now I could go on for hours, but I suggest that you get your rest.