“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Is the disaster the result of God’s vengeance?” A scientist might ask instead: “With better technology and information, could we somehow have predicted the disaster, and saved many lives?” He might try to dissociate himself from emotion, and to see the disaster simply as the result of a nonpersonal nature that did not know or care what lay in its path.

(In a drowsy state, I lay on my left side with my arms loosely crossed over my chest. [...]

[...] Jane did not appear to be bothered, but to be sure I lay my notes aside and put Willy in another room. [...]

[...] But Seth seems to lay to rest our concerns here this evening. [...]

[...] It must be directed toward officialdom, and outside of that boundary lay, particularly in the past, the very uncomfortable realm of the heretic. [...]

[...] Helplessness when laying flat, you see, unconscious and in bed. [...]

We were not concerned merely with simple formulas, but with certain issues that lay behind them. [...]

[...] You do not have to think before you cross the floor—where there Ruburt is aware of the slightest detail—the arrangement of his body or the furniture, the lay of the floor.

(Both Jastrow and Hebb are brilliant men, I told Jane as we lay in bed after the session last night, and this brought up once again a basic question I have. [...]

My dreaming self
Looked in the window
And saw me on the bed.
Moonlight filled
My sleeping skull.
I lay nude and still.

My dreaming self
Lay on the bed.
I stood aside with awe.
“Why, both of us are one,” I said.
He said, “I thought you knew.”

[...] It took place in December, as I lay in bed suspended in that pleasant interlude between waking and sleeping; I’ve had other visions while in this state, incidentally.

[...] At this stage of the phenomenon I encouraged this minute inspection, for I lay suspended below alarm.

[...] After doing my daily yoga exercises for about half an hour, I lay relaxed and in a drowsy state. [...]

[...] He made so much noise I had to lay my notes aside to take care of him. [...]

[...] She did take a nap late in the afternoon at the same time I lay down. [...]

[...] “And my arms are definitely longer, and go out to the sides farther, and I think my legs are better too—they don’t stick up so high under the covers when I lay on my back.” [...]

[...] When she lay down for a nap yesterday afternoon she picked up from Seth hints of subjects he’s going to discuss in Dreams: “man migrations,” and “inside and outside cues” as pertaining to man’s consciousness. [...]

[...] They felt they were laying gifts at the altar of creativity, in their own way. [...]

[...] Now he jumped into Jane’s lap, so I had to lay my notebook aside. [...]

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

[...] One night as I lay in bed I had a spontaneous out-of-body experience in which I seemed to be in a crowded room speaking urgently to Bill Macdonnel (our artist friend). [...]

[...] At 9:55 I turned the radio off in the front room where I was working, and leaving the doors open between the front room and the bedroom, I lay down.

(Friday 6/19, 9:30 PM: Halfway through my induction into the desired trance state I became aware that my forearms and hands once again felt quite enlarged intrinsically, and also quite far apart, perhaps 6 feet or so, although as I lay on my back on the bed my hands were so close to my sides they touched my hips. [...]

[...] I believe such events lay quite well ahead of us however.