“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(To emphasize the following paragraph, Jane leaned over the desk and spoke even more slowly and deliberately. [...]

(Here Jane, her eyes still closed, leaned forward in her rocker and took a position as though she were sitting at a desk with her elbows on it, her hands raised toward her head.)

[...] (Leans forward, humorous.)

(Jane leaned forward to tap on the table for emphasis. [...]

[...] When for fairly long periods there are no witnesses to sessions, then both Ruburt and myself do indeed lean toward unscheduled sessions when informed friends of yours are present. [...]

(Leaning forward, speaking intently but half-humorously:) I have memories of being Ruburt — but the Ruburt I was is not the Ruburt that Ruburt is in his reality. [...]

[...] Of course the fetus “has a soul” — but in the same way, if you think in those terms, then each cell within the fetus must be granted a soul (leaning forward with humorous emphasis, voice deeper). The course of a cell is not predetermined. [...]

[...] Suddenly, without transition, I was Seth again, leaning forward, joking:

(Jane spoke leaning close to me, quite amused. [...]

[...] The psychic community is a hodgepodge to which he feels no natural leanings, as far as its organizations or affiliations are concerned. [...]

[...] In a lull of conversation, Peg G. leaned forward and said: “I was at Lib’s Supper Club, and your paintings are still there,” or other words to that effect, mentioning both Lib’s and the paintings.

[...] This provides an overall reservoir of psychic characteristics, leanings, abilities, knowledge, that is as much a part of the individual’s heritage as the genetic structure is a part of the physical heritage.

(At about 8 PM this evening Jane fell asleep with a lighted cigarette in her hand as she sat leaning back on the couch. [...]

(Jane now felt the pyramid again, so sat leaning back in the rocker. [...]

[...] (Smiling:) He does not want my apparition, you might say, to intrude upon a physical living room, particularly, yet he wants to meet me (much louder, leaning forward) in an out-of-the-way place.⁵

[...] With one foot up on a chair she leaned toward me and spoke in a most amused voice.)

Now apropos (Nandor) Fodor’s book (the title will be given at the end of this session), yes, Jane, there is a Seth (emphatic delivery, leaning forward, eyes open), and I was not born a psychic infant from your own personality. [...]

You do have strong perfectionist leanings. [...]

[...] I was leaning against the endpipe, or post, of a modern, steel meshwork type of fence that reached rather high above me—several feet in fact. [...]

[...] He could not relate to another adult, and when in his eyes Jane joined the league of adulthood he would not have been able to retain his strong leaning toward her.