“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

and stared as it moved (interruption)

body glittered in the bright sunlight. (interruption)

(Jane had had two interruptions by this point, from staff, and for whatever reasons couldn’t finish the poem. “I hate to leave them like that,” she said several times, then finally added a couple of lines that she wasn’t very satisfied with:

[...] We had no interruptions up until first break.)

[...] I told Jane that if ever we were interrupted during a session not to worry, for I didn’t think anyone would even know what was going on. [...]

(No sooner had I made my comments about being interrupted during a Seth session than it happened: Carol knocked on the door then came in. [...]

(I read her the prayer at 7:05, after reading today’s session to her, and the inevitable had happened, I thought as I walked down the hall on my way out: Seth had been interrupted and nothing had transpired. [...]

[...] I tried to read the session for April 30 to Jane after lunch, and it seemed we were interrupted every few lines. [...]

[...] We’d had many interruptions by then. [...]

[...] And we got through the session without any interruptions.)

[...] He resumed at about 12:30, until interrupted at 12:45. The interruption marked the end of the session.

[...] It was witnessed by four people, and interrupted by a fifth. [...]

[...] The session might have continued but was interrupted by the visit of a friend who does not know of them. [...]

(Seth was going into the relationship between predictions and probabilities when the session came to an end because of the mentioned interruption. [...]

(Just as the session was about to begin at 9:15, Jane said she thought we’d be interrupted somehow, or have visitors. [...]

[...] He feels he will be interrupted, but is not consciously aware of this, you see.

[...] You will know the phone will not interrupt you, with both doors closed. [...]

[...] We had a brief interruption, then she resumed her efforts with the session, with considerably more success. [...]

[...] We were interrupted by Susie, who took her temperature—97.1—as I was reading the session for October 28. [...]

(I was somewhat irritated by the interruption, since we use the cramped back room to avoid such incidents. [...]

(The interruption occurred at 9:11. [...]

[...] Where in the last session everything had bothered her, even the sound of my writing, tonight nothing bothered her, not even the interruption. [...]

[...] Interruptions in themselves will not bother us once a session is under way. [...]

[...] We don’t use our front room for sessions anymore unless we have witnesses, in order to avoid the risk of interruptions. In the past such interruptions have been physically painful for Jane. She has compared the shock of an interruption to being doused with ice water.

(In the 136th session such an interruption was enough of a shock to Jane to cause Seth to end the session. [...]

With our new system of communication, interruptions are shocking to Ruburt. [...]

[...] Since interruptions have evidently become something of a hazard because of Jane’s deeper trance state, we have decided to move the sessions into our bedroom. [...]

(Jane said that an interruption while she is in this new deeper state is like being doused with ice water. [...]

[...] We also had trouble with it today because, it being her birthday, several extra interruptions took place as various staff members came in to sing to us, and so forth. [...]

(Because of the interruptions by staff, Jane didn’t stay long with the pendulum. [...]

[...] We had one interruption right after she started: A young girl delivered a bowl of flowers from Steve and Tracy Blumenthal. [...]

[...] I explained my answers to the scratching through the pendulum—that I was “itching” to get back to work on Dreams after several interruptions. [...]

[...] The idea was that recent interruptions “got under your skin,” and erupted, so to speak, expressing your irritation. [...]

[...] I would also remember had the session been interrupted by her. [...]

[...] At times I had wondered how Jane would react to an interruption while in her new and deeper state. [...]

[...] Jane had thought Seth would continue the interruption as our first break, but shortly she announced he wanted to continue. [...]

[...] We weren’t interrupted. [...]

[...] So far no interruptions. [...]

(Our telephone rang, interrupting.)

[...] After she hung up Jane told me that before the session she’d had the feeling we would be interrupted in some way— probably through a visitor; but she hadn’t told me beforehand.

(Note that no answers to questions mentioned at the start of the session were received, and I did not interrupt. [...]

[...] She was interrupted by staff giving her eyedrops and taking her blood pressure, and finished that session at 4:02. [...]

[...] This frees his mind and allows his improvements to continue without interruption.

(For a time we held sessions in the back of our apartment to avoid such interruptions, but Jane prefers them held in the large front room. The interruption tonight was not any kind of a shock to Jane; she left the trance state easily, although I noticed her eyes were very dark when they first opened. [...]

[...] I do not want to interrupt our data concerning probabilities and time, however, to get involved in any long involvements on other matters. [...]

[...] You are not going to be interrupted that much. Your worries interrupt you far more, and those interruptions that do occur are often gift horses, providing in another form precisely what you need in your work at that time.

[...] It’s possible Jane interrupted it, or brought it to an end as she came to bed. [...]

[...] She had been interrupted twice during her delivery: once to have her temperature taken — 98.7 — and once to be given vitamin C. I read the session to her. [...]

I will interrupt whenever I can be of benefit — and I will also provide sometimes short but pithy session material (with humor) that can be used sometimes as subject matter for free association. [...]

[...] Jane’s lunch was interrupted. [...]

[...] I’d spent considerable time on the Cardwell letter, had been interrupted by the visit of Betts and Loren, and so forth. [...]