“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“I think this is the first time I’ve seen Jane lay down during a session.”)

[...] Jane still lay flat out, her eyes closed. [...]

[...] On one occasion I lay down and closed my eyes simply because it was easier to do this than anything else. [...]

(By now I was sitting tensely on the edge of our couch, bending over the notebook as it lay on the coffee table before me. [...]

(“I heard Seth’s voice, very loud and powerful, as I lay asleep in bed last night [Saturday]. [...] It seemed that Seth was really laying it on somebody. [...]

[...] The difficulty lay not necessarily in the particular suggestions given. [...]

[...] “Yeah,” I said, “but how tough can a session be, compared to your daily situation laying in bed in the hospital? [...]

Spontaneous talking out on Ruburt’s part for this particular incident or times, to elicit the full release of pent-up emotions that lay behind the uncovering, you see. [...]

[...] Anne’s letter lay on the table before us tonight, with a pack of file cards pertaining to Jane’s poetry that Blanche had had on file for safekeeping in Baltimore.

[...] But our creative work is everything, and so it, and whatever pertains to it, go to a place where all will be preserved and protected, yet made available for study by researchers and lay people alike as it is transmitted there.

(When Jane lay down for a nap late this afternoon she had quite an unusual experience. [...]

[...] In actuality they lay straight on the bed.

(When I approached the room in which I knew Marie lay in bed, crippled by arthritis, I heard Jane and her mother inside. [...]

[...] I also got the feeling that somebody’s been laying down the law...”

(“I mean the kind he usually gives himself when he lays down for perhaps fifteen minutes, etc.”)

[...] Joe lay in a deep crimson casket. [...]

[...] This time she lay on her side facing north after we’d retired, for she wanted to send help to a very ill person in a small town in Canada. [...] She was physically uncomfortable as she lay on her left side, however, so after a few moments she turned over. [...]

(Rain had fallen in a fine drizzle throughout most of the day; and now, I saw from our second-story living room windows, a heavy fog lay over the street corner below and the newly finished Walnut Street Bridge just south of the intersection. [...]

[...] She lay the session aside for a smoke. [...]

[...] I told Jane part of that value lay in the fact that we waited until now to play it, when she has decided to try to uncover her own causes and effects. [...]

These are tender children we lay to rest. [...]

[...] But it’s a unique piece of work, and as I told her, we can use it to lay the foundation for much future work. [...]

[...] The lay of the land with you however immediately overwhelms other considerations, and if there is no land you do not even want to step foot upon the property. [...]