“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The dreams were excellent ones and she did an excellent job interpreting them. [...]

Now the mathematician may possibly expect a better-paying job. [...]

[...] If people might think you have little to do all day because they do not see you going to a job, then you can show that you have even less time to yourself than others.

[...] The body copes with inner and exterior reality, and performs a marvelous job of maintaining multitudinous balances. [...]

[...] Since it is the function of the conscious mind to assess physical experience, it [the inner self] hasn’t been able to do its job properly. [...]

She was in her early thirties, with a good job, but she looked down on all of the other employees. [...]

At the same moment I realized that my job was to explain the facts to her. [...]

(Yet, my father was very intelligent and had a good job and held many responsible positions in the community. [...]

[...] While we are beginning a job, we may as well do a good one.

About a year and a half ago, Seth suggested that I leave my job at the art gallery and give psychic classes. [...]

In the meantime, I’d left my gallery job and was writing full-time. [...]

(I repaired the broken legs with nails and glue, to insure a strong job; before, the legs had been merely dowel-fastened. [...]

[...] He is a no-good (swearing evidently omitted) …and something about a check and a job and another woman… And she says—I’m trying Robbie to separate myself—and she says by Jesus I won’t stand for it.

[...] Imagine what you will do as you sell so many paintings that you need more time to produce them, and how you will then leave your job in order to paint, and the sort of place you will live, and the feeling of contentment and creative challenge that will fill you.

[...] At next break, John confirmed Seth’s statement that his superior was worried about his job. [...]

[...] Instead the conversation turned to the fact that last week Jane was offered a part- time job as a dancer in a local supper club. [...]

[...] One of her past jobs involved writing copy for a radio station.

[...] He had changed jobs and left Elmira at the time we were interested in his house, in June 1964, however. Seth dealt with the purchase of this house in several sessions, saying it would be a good one for us psychically. [...]

[...] I was working overtime at my job also. [...]

[...] If I am not a guardian angel, I do a fairly good job of approximating one’s duties, with little thanks, though I do hear vague glimmerings of appreciation. [...]

[...] His job then was to encourage you to paint and sell your paintings, for he felt nothing else would satisfy you, and/or satisfy your brothers or your family.

(Seth then launched into a long topic involving Peggy, her job at the newspaper, and another girl there. [...]

(Seth:) You are doing a good job.