“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“Invitation of sorts, or implied.” Leonard’s message to us on the back of the card contains such an invitation: “Hi: Have arrived safe and sound. [...]

Invitation of sorts, or implied. [...]

(Just as I turned Jane on her side after the session, our neighbor Joe Bumbalo — who is very ill with cancer — called to invite me to share Chinese food and rhubarb pie with him and his wife, Margaret. [...]

(Margaret Bumbalo called this morning and invited me over for supper this evening. [...]

Your friend’s invitation was a direct answer to your need, which was telepathically received. [...]

(On July 4, Pat Norelli telephoned us from Boston inviting us up for as long as we wanted to stay at her apartment.)

(To Dee G.) And I would like our friend over here, the Lady of the Initials, invited in, on these dream adventures. [...]

[...] The reader is invited to experience his or her own “unknown reality” through the study of dreams and practice elements, and to try for psychic travel into other realities. [...]

[...] It presents an instant automatic invitation to cook outdoors, and a certain informality that the decadent garden does not present.

[...] The one invites you to roam, the other to hide. [...]

(Pause at 4:27.) Reading some of the earlier sessions of this sequence also serves to remind you both of the progress that has taken place since those sessions began (on October 9, 1983), and therefore invite even newer improvements.

[...] Margaret Bumbalo had called earlier in the afternoon and invited me over for supper. [...]

[...] Still, vaguely uneasy I called off a half-planned evening of company with friends—luckily before I’d actually invited them, and we had a Seth session instead, still another in an effort to get me out of my own physical problems. [...]

(I did got to a cocktail party the Leahys had invited me to after all. [...]

Thank you for inviting me to your party.

[...] He was a compact, dark-skinned and dark-haired person with soft brown large eyes that were kept half closed when he was being a psychologist, and turned larger, commanding and yet inviting when he was being a magician. [...]

[...] An invitation. [...]

(“An invitation.” [...]

(This morning Jane invited Dr. and Mary Piper to witness the session tonight. The doctor and his wife accepted the invitation, contingent upon whether his office was still busy at session time, and whether they could get a baby sitter.

[...] Margaret Bumbalo invited me over for supper, and I didn’t know whether to accept or not, since I wanted to be sure I got this session typed. [...]

[...] The subject of suicide will also be discussed in a different context, and when I invite my readers to start over, I want it understood that you can indeed start over regardless of your age or circumstances.

[...] As I was taking my nap in 330 this afternoon, Margaret Bumbalo called, inviting me across the street for supper this evening.)

(10:15.) He is correct: Frank should invite the muscles to move, assure them that they can through gentle manipulation. [...]

(I didn’t eat lunch because Lynn had arranged a surprise birthday party for one of the nurses, and she invited me to share in the food. [...]