“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] An hour and six minutes; this had been one of her longest trances. [...]

[...] This happens with some regularity, and to varying degrees, from fifteen to fifty times an hour, according to your activities.

[...] Specifically, though, this is what happened: Quite suddenly in the predawn hours of December 11 she began to write an automatic script that purported to come from the artist Paul Cézanne, who lived from 1839 to 1906. [...]

[...] She enjoyed the personal interactions most of the time, and often spent a half hour or so trying to help someone in that way. [...]

[...] I can’t believe it; you mean I was only out for an hour?”

[...] As 10:00 AM approached I did decide I would have to rest for half an hour; I then got the idea of putting myself into a light trance and suggesting that my subconscious would consider any problems I might [...]

[...] I suggested that I would snap out of the state in half an hour as usual, and that I would feel renewed and energetic for the rest of the day.

[...] However the explanation will take nearly an hour, and is not what you think. [...]

(September 18, 1964, Friday: This was a long, complicated and very vivid dream that seemed to consume hours. [...]

[...] Break lasted for a half an hour and Rob was wondering if the session was over when Seth resumed at 11:02.)

[...] During the past hour or so, however, the first syllables of a word—“grund...” [...]

(No interruptions this morning, Monday, January 9. I worked on taxes for an hour, Dreams the rest of the time. [...]

[...] I’ll bet I could sleep for an hour, then start another session — we won’t bother, I know,” she laughed as I thought about trying it, “but when I feel the information coming I hate to stop….”

[...] An unexpected visitor arrived at about 8 PM—Walter from Connecticut—and Jane talked to him for at least half an hour. [...]

[...] We used the small one, and placed it on the rug to muffle its noise at the late hour. [...]

[...] [They did, and she did, for an hour after lunch.])

[...] That consciousness of your usual daylight hours, the ego consciousness, rises up like a flower from the ground of the “underneath,” the unconscious bed of your own reality. [...]

[...] Jane had been in a deep trance for over an hour, yet she was out of it before I finished writing Seth’s last sentence. [...]

[...] They do not practically intrude into waking hours — the attacking bear vanishes when you open your eyes; it does not physically chase you around the bedroom.

[...] If he insists upon four to five hours a day of definite work, many of his problems will be solved at an intuitive level by him. [...]

For two and a half hours I spoke on the potentials of human personality, and the necessity of recognizing, developing, and using them. [...]

[...] When I went to California in the episode mentioned in Chapter 9, over six thousand miles were covered in a half hour. [...]

[...] It had the habit of coming and going at all hours. [...]

[...] Here is the rest of the story involving the second cat: After I left for work and Jane had taken the cat into the house, she discovered to her sorrow that the cat had somehow gotten its lower jaw caught in a new collar we had put on it the day before, and that evidently the cat’s lower jaw had been forced open in this strained position for some hours. [...]

[...] But it developed that Jane had one of her most uncomfortable nights in years last night; she woke up often, very stiff, particularly in the dawn hours. [...]