“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I was about to leave Jane sleeping for the evening when she woke up. [...]

[...] But that, then, still leaves us with the challenge of coping with something much less than a successful solution here in this reality. [...]

They are saying to you: “Once I made you leave your home town and your parents out of my erraticism. [...]

[...] I will leave Ruburt as he is. [...]

[...] Again he said nothing and the symptoms grew all the stronger as his desire grew to tell them to leave. [...]

(As usual, I massaged Jane with Oil of Olay, and read the prayer with her before leaving at 7:08 PM.)

[...] Soon they’ll leave for Florida. [...]

[...] I want to leave you some surprises; and I repeat that Ruburt intends to enjoy his hard-earned success. [...]

(I’d left the house a little early this noon so that I’d have a bit of extra time to go up to room 522 at the hospital, to see if Joe Bumbalo was there — but he wasn’t. I made the trip again after leaving Jane, and this time found him. [...]

[...] You cannot visit them and leave no mark.

[...] We will leave our friend as he is.

[...] These connections seem to spring out of the original perception of the envelope object, more or less leaving the object behind.

Therefore, this is an interval between each pulsation of energy, when one pulsation enters and forms a physical object and almost instantly leaves, and an interval before the next particle arrives.

[...] 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.

(It might be added that the next day as Jane and I were leaving the house we met Leonard Yaudes, our neighbor across the hall. [...]

[...] He needed your strength, and when you leave it up to him to act as the so-called tower of strength, you overtax him to some extent.

[...] If you hit upon the back room as a winter bedroom, perhaps you could purchase a secondhand rug, use plastic window covering, and maybe leave the door open. [...]

[...] I dislike leaving you, but know that you must be tired. [...]

It grieves me, it truly grieves me, to leave you now, and I am not sure that I will.

I leave ordinarily close to ten past eleven, often when I could stay longer; but Ruburt has decided upon the hour and he—

I have tried to take care of your writing hand, my poor befingered Joseph, but if you are truly tired I will take leave of you begrudgingly.

[...] And now, I will leave, out of compassion for two tired, misused, persecuted gentlemen. [...]

[...] So I will now leave, though with some misgivings.

I leave out of due consideration for your convenience, to show that I can be magnanimous. [...]

[...] Again, I do not speak symbolically, and I am leaving myself open to many strong critical remarks which cannot all be answered in one evening.

[...] The idea in choosing it was to simulate a test in which an object chosen by a third party was used; then this third party would interpret the data, leaving Jane and me free, so to speak. [...]

[...] He feared always that you would go your way in your work and life, and emotionally leave him alone. [...]

[...] His defiance was finally aroused, a sense of personal worth rushed to the surface, a sense of independence, the feeling “Well if you wanted to leave him go ahead,” all of which released some pressure. [...]

[...] The consciousness of the mouse, under the innate knowledge of impending pain, leaves its body. [...]

On ten justified occasions you may have felt like telling someone to leave you alone, but refrained, not wanting to hurt their feelings; afraid that you would be rude even though the occasion was one where your remark might well have been understood and taken calmly. [...]

For this session we will leave our material concerning dreams, to discuss another matter. [...]

[...] During break I mentioned that each new tack the material takes usually leaves some other subject dangling. [...]

[...] (Pause.) An expansiveness that is genuine but a fear, a fear here for the basic integrity of the self, a fear of being swept away, of not being able to hold the self in as if he fears it could bleed outward and leave you.

He realizes—and will more so—he realizes that the inner self need not be so heavily guarded, that his identity will not escape from him like a dog who leaves the leash.

(I didn’t linger to confront my own handiwork, but hurried to get my stuff together and leave the house; I wanted to stop at a bank to get a book updated, and I knew this would make me a few minutes late getting to room 330. [...]

[...] And once I have greeted you, I am present in a certain fashion for the rest of the evening until you leave, whether or not I speak. [...]

[...] No one showed up at the house to rake leaves this morning, as promised. [...]