“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] On April 29, I lay down, telling myself I would have a dream giving me some information, letting me know whether or not a contract would be signed. [...]

[...] A prominent written source of time last Friday evening lay in the Fate article on table tipping, which we all read in turn: twenty seconds; after midnight; twelve years; a month later; four months later; three minutes; since 1960, etc. [...]

A frog sat still and stared with awe
At a watch that lay in the sand.
“Now,” he thought, “I am quite sure
There is such a thing as Man.”

[...] A cobblestone street lay between the two shops. [...]

(There follows the account from my notebook describing my adventure in hearing music while almost asleep: “February 27, Sunday night, actually 12:30 AM: As I lay in bed half asleep I heard very clearly music in chords, played by an electric guitar. [...]

[...] During these she lay quietly on the bed with her eyes closed and tried to contact Peggy and Bill either by acting as a receiver of data, or projecting her astral body to their location. [...]

[...] It developed that she had but the most general idea, to the effect that it lay south of Florida in the Caribbean. [...]

[...] The top complexion tone lay on this lightly, as if a wind could blow it away.”

[...] And in this case, the main problem lay in “past life” troubles:

[...] I’d give her a sip of something to drink, and massage her legs as she lay on her back with her knees drawn up. [...]

It’s taken us some years to understand that behind Jane’s symptoms lay her efforts to understand and express the very strong creative energy she’s sensed within herself since childhood. [...]

(Now to recap the situation leading up to tonight’s [612th] session: At supper time Jane encountered some relaxation effects⁶ — so much so, in fact, that she had to lay down briefly in the midst of preparing the meal. [...]

[...] Also, Jane said Seth had played a trick on her during the last delivery: He had not let her approach my writing table, where she usually let her cigarettes lay, and she had been unable to smoke.

[...] One morning after breakfast I lay down to try a dream projection. [...]

[...] Did Jane, did Seth, watch me make the two pen-and-ink drawings of my beautiful wife as she lay so quietly in her bed, at peace at last? [...]

[...] Both voices could make my ears ring, conjuring up deep-seated wordless emotions that usually lay unsuspected within the psyche. [...]