“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He closes himself off entirely, as much as possible, from the inside environment. [...]

The idea of dissociation could be likened to the slight distance between the bark and the inside of the tree. [...]

[...] Identified by a round symbol on it, with a border inside the circle, and some sort of figures. [...]

[...] Many insects had accumulated on the screens of our living room windows, and a few had gotten inside the room. [...]

[...] There is a deep rage inside the mother. [...]

[...] What I really think happened is this: I left my body, wandered in my dream body around the County House grounds, went inside, saw the pamphlet, and then made up that dream about it. [...]

[...] [This morning we slept undisturbed.] But when I came inside after speaking to them, Jane said, “I wouldn’t dare do that.” [...]

[...] You will be inside the idea, looking out, not looking in. [...]

[...] She felt as though she was inside the material. [...]

[...] I have not been inside the newspaper building since Jane and I moved here five years ago.

Seth has promised to write his own book, dictated during sessions, in which he will answer some of these questions: “In my book I will show the personality from the inside out, so to speak. [...]

They are the living stuff of the universe, even as they form its boundaries and seem to divide it into labyrinthian ways, like the inside of a honeycomb. [...]

[...] There are more ways to see what is inside an egg than cracking it, as you will discover.

[...] When she sipped beer, she felt the cold liquid descend inside her body, but displaced to the right of her esophagus. [...]

[...] When you explore the inside of a concept, you act it out. [...]

[...] “they are fairly extensive, in color and i look out from them at the view thus going inside them to a degree; must cover the… time period when I was about three…. [...]

[...] Space itself already speaks of a creation “begun,” for no matter how empty space may seem to be it simply appears like a vast cathedral, or tent or pyramid of form, for the moment perhaps vacant inside, with walls so distant that they go unperceived.

[...] Then on impulse I said mentally: “What’s wrong with John Bradley’s neck?” [Visiting last night and witnessing the 63rd session, John had remarked about the feeling of a lump inside his throat or neck, yet could not find any lump.]

He first saw this library from the inside last Wednesday. [...]

[...] I discover that I can do a peculiar thing to my brain by somehow tightening the muscles on my scalp and then doing something intense with a sound I can ‘hear.’ The sound holds, and I can feel my astral body shudder inside my physical one. [...]

(Later, I was standing just inside a doorway watching myself walk out of the doorway. [...]