“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Now he worked with his pendulum and discovered one reason for the phlegm and the cough when he was speaking to you, having to do with the fact that his own writing hours were not done. [...]

(I spent quite a few hours over the weekend putting the broken table together.)

[...] Now, even though she is back up to her regular half-hour, she has had no experiences to speak of since then. [...]

[...] The phenomenon lasted for upwards of an hour, and we have the drawings of it, made by the witness, Bill Macdonnel, on file. [...]

And as you break up then an hour into so many seconds, so you break up identities into so many self-structures, without perceiving their innate unities.

You will I am sure see the similarity now between this inner, alone sort of psychological time, experienced very often in waking hours, and the sense of time experienced in dreams. [...]

[...] I do not want to keep you up too late, although as usual I could keep on for hours. [...]

[...] If you attend the theatre at nine o’clock in the evening, but the actions of the play take place within the morning hours, and the actors are shown eating breakfast, you accept the time as given within the theatre’s play. [...]

[...] Jane was very surprised to learn that she’d been in trance for almost half an hour; she thought but a few minutes had passed. [...]

[...] As said before, while in the state Jane is not aware of the pauses; as far as she is concerned they might as well not exist; or conversely, they could be an hour long.

There will also be suggestions given as to needed adjustments on the part of the personality during his business hours. [...]

(Elmira is on a cable TV system, and one channel presents a 24-hour weather report. [...]

[...] I found it in a drawer of my desk about an hour before the session and decided to use it for the object on the spur of the moment. [...]

And in all cases, your main concentration should always be upon your daily accomplishments, joys, the domestic meal, the hour of dawn or twilight or whatever. [...]

[...] Not 24 hours a day, but I have peeked in on you now and then.

[...] John told Jane it “might be a matter of hours” etc., and wondered whether Seth could give some data on Peg’s psychic activities at the moment, whether she would be helped after physical demise, etc.

[...] Ruburt should give himself so much time a day—an hour and a half, say—for free creative thought, writing or whatever that turns into poetry, painting? [...]

[...] This is exactly what you are doing every day of your life in your normal hours of activity but you do not recognize the symbols. [...]

[...] About 6 P.M. Ann called saying that she was in Binghamton, N.Y., a city more than an hour’s drive away. [...]

“Oh no,” Ann said, “but Jim got home early in the afternoon, and we thought it only took a few hours to get to Elmira.”

[...] And when I began sitting in on class, I discovered anew that its loose structure served as a catalyst for certain little psychic events that I find most enjoyable: Tuesday night is class night, and often such an experience takes place as I rest for half an hour late that afternoon. [...]

[...] We’re no longer into that activity for a number of reasons; yet when the host for a Miami, Florida, radio show called Jane early this morning [September 30] about the possibility of a taped interview, she impulsively suggested to that rather startled individual that the tape be made then — and so for half an hour she exchanged with him a free, unrehearsed dialogue about her work for later airing.

A man’s purpose seemed to be no more than to put bolts together to make an automobile, to spend hours in a factory, working on an end product that he might never see—and because many such people felt that there was little intrinsic value to their lives, spent in such a fashion, they began to demand greater and greater compensation. [...]