“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She has had some remarkable improvements over the last two weeks especially—including one during the night: She lay in bed, “swooning” in near ecstasy, for two hours or so, and is writing her own account of this experience that was clearly a profound healing one.

[...] Many things caused us to lay it aside: other work, the holidays, the plain need for a change of pace, travel, and the approaching death of my father….

[...] It became a great joke between Rob and myself, this “laying down on the job” or going to sleep in order to go to work. [...]

[...] I lay down on the bed to support my body, closed my eyes and used all my will-power to eject myself out. [...]

[...] Instead of going to my typewriter at 8:00 A.M. as usual, I lay down and set the alarm for 9:30.1 gave myself the suggestion that I would go to sleep, recognize my state when I began to dream and project my consciousness out of my body. [...]

So at least twice a week I lay down to experiment, my body on the couch or bed, the alarm clock set, my house in order, while I try to “get out” to see what I could find. [...]

[...] After supper Jane lay down for a nap, rather early, because she wanted to be able to take her time getting ready. [...]

[...] She lay dozing for a few minutes, then asked me what time it was. [...]

[...] The ego, for example, did not have to worry about Ruburt’s physical survival as he lay in bed and “saw” (in quotes) the clock in the other room. [...]

[...] She lay curled up almost like a fetus on her left side. [...] I’d made it clear after breakfast that she was to lay down for at least a short time each morning, as well as in the afternoon. [...]

[...] I stressed, however, that Jane’s challenges were still primarily psychological, and that her “cure” lay in that direction. [...]

(Jane told me that this morning in hydro she moved her feet as she lay alone on the litter. [...]

[...] It wasn’t until I was home tonight that I realized that after massaging her I’d forgotten to exercise her right leg as she lay on her side. [...]

[...] Her cigarettes lay on a bookcase out of her reach. [...]

(During break Jane again lay on the bed, or half reclined, while she smoked. [...]

(Jane was very curious as to what new abilities lay in store for her, especially the one that Seth said she would shortly discover. [...]

[...] Then she became “irritated and edgy” as she lay down for her nap. [...]

[...] Just as I stopped I remembered something: When I lay down after we got through reading the sessions, I had another one of those sorts of half-conscious out-of-bodies, I guess you’d call it. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) These abilities may largely lay latent now—but they are nevertheless part of the human heritage. [...]

[...] After we’d read our prayer together I saw to it that she had her call button laying across her belly so she could use it. [...]

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. [...]

[...] She lay watching TV while I walked over to pick up the car—which looked fabulous. [...]

(My dream Seth referred to took place yesterday morning, and was so vivid I lay awake for an hour after having it. [...]

[...] This afternoon as I was changing her dressings, the little finger of her left hand began to turn darker as she lay on the bed. [...]

[...] … As I lay there, I tried to think of some experiment I’d particularly like to try.

[...] The whole time I felt that so much was possible with the state, that just beyond my ability at this moment lay wonderful accomplishments. [...]

I lay down to experiment and fell asleep at once to have a confused experience, mixed with dream elements. [...]

[...] I had a dentist’s appointment later in the day, but in the morning I lay down at 9:30, specifically to try a projection from the dream state. [...]

[...] Jane lay on the couch in the living room, I used the bed in the room next to my studio. [...]

(I lay without concentrating upon anything in particular; I told myself [...]

[...] Looking out of this window, which was perhaps only two feet wide, I could see a shining aluminum or steel guardrail, and that even if a person managed to jump or fall out of this window, the safety of a stone parapet lay perhaps ten feet below. [...]

[...] She lay flat on her back but soon sat up.

[...] Upon opening my eyes after the experiment I lay staring at the walls of the room. [...]

“I lay on our bed, fully clothed, while waiting for Jane to finish in the bathroom. [...] I lay flat on my back, with my head turned a little toward the dim light. [...]

[...] She said it was even more pronounced in hydro, when she lays flat and has room for the arms to reach farther down. [...]

[...] Presumably, such a traveler could have reached Constantinople [now Istanbul], by an overland journey across Turkey, which lay north of the Arab lands, or by sailing the eastern Mediterranean around Turkey, through the Dardanelles and so into the city. [...]

[...] Our cat, Willy, lay snoozing beside me on the couch. [...]