“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

His early religious friends quickly turned away when he left the church. [...]

(As I took Jane’s glass in my left hand she grabbed my right hand and shook it vigorously. [...]

[...] He did not have to examine each one minutely, for his abilities, after some familiarization, left him with the knowledge of their merits. [...]

[...] David never complained about the racket, though sometimes he secluded himself in a back room down there, or left the house until class was over. [...]

[...] We didn’t see each other as often as we used to, but one morning each week, on his way to school, David left his magazines and newspapers at our back porch door, whether or not we were up, or saw him.

[...] One life is all you have, and that one is everywhere beset by the threat of illness, disaster, and war—and if you escape such drastic circumstances, then you are still left with a life that is the result of no more than lifeless elements briefly coming into a consciousness and vitality that is bound to end.

[...] As he’s taken to doing lately, our cat Billy jumped up on the couch and ensconced himself in a ball tight against my left elbow as I took Jane’s dictation.)

[...] Man does not in his physical development pass through the stages supposedly followed by the hypothetical creature who left the water for the land to become a mammal—but each species does indeed have written within it the knowledge of “its past.” [...]

(10:25 P.M. “Gee, I have the feeling that we had a fantastic session,” Jane enthused once she’d quickly left her trance state. [...]

If its built-in instincts are left alone the body is basically self-regulating. [...]

The animals do not need such a message, of course, nor can it be literally translated, for your consciousness is flexible and leeway had to be left for your own interpretation.

[...] “I’m tired now but Seth’s still got plenty left….”)

[...] She began to stop at intervals, exclaiming over all of those surroundings that were, of course, very familiar to us: the swooping automobiles, the street lights and neon signs, the buildings themselves, the Chemung River rolling quietly behind its dike in back of the emporium we’d just left.

[...] The entire back of the left leg feels that way too, and as I write, it gets even easier. [...]

[...] Hands far stronger, left hand definitely has resumed—overnight?—a far more normal appearance, and both much, much stronger; arms much better, neck flexible, shoulders; even think arms have ‘let down,’ a bit. [...]

(Yesterday morning I took a call from Nancy Overton and Saul Cohen, who evidently will have the job of shepherding Jane’s work through Prentice-Hall, now that Tam has left. [...]

(I left the card table to take out the trash at 9:33 PM.)

(Timothy Foote arrived by plane from New York City at about noon, and left at 4:30 PM, driving to Saratoga and Skidmore College to see his daughter. [...]

[...] So in many ways the stories of a God are myths, but you are still left with a bag of toys on one hand, and the luxurious earth on the other, so the question still remains.

[...] The conscious self was not to be left by the wayside, wondering while the intuitional abilities led to fulfillment. [...]

(Smile.) I must help you, for you are brothers left behind. [...]

[...] We discussed the material with Jim Tennant for half an hour before he left for home. [...]

[...] Saw this in upper left center of my field of vision. [...]

[...] I was on the left side of the car, pointing toward the front. [...]

[...] The first time, I heard Father’s voice outside my field of vision, to my left and behind me. [...]

(A light rain had begun just before I left 330, but it quickly turned into a downpour as I drove home. [...]

[...] As this occurs the left and right portions of the body begin to align themselves. [...]

Now I left you alone this evening so that you could think about your own experiences. [...]

[...] … He was not a child taken before his promise was achieved, but a personality who left you when his own reincarnations were finished. [...]

[...] He lost his wife and was left with a highly neurotic crippled daughter for whom he cared for many years. [...]

[...] The daughter had left too late; he was too old; no one would have him, and now he had no one even to talk to. [...]

[...] Jon was the man with whom the daughter left in the past life. [...]

[...] Jane left trance quickly. [...]

[...] Jane again left trance fairly quickly. [...]

[...] This left us wondering what Hans Holzer could have to do with anything concerning us, in any strong way.)

The trouble with the left eye has to do with changes in the left leg and knee. [...]

[...] This morning Jane began to exclaim over the improvement in her vision—her left eye would “click in” as she put it, and her sight would be sharp. [...]

[...] Jane rubbed her upper left arm, muttering. [...]

[...] Now she rubbed her lower left arm; she cried out, voice rising almost to a scream: “I was driving. [...]

[...] This morning after I left for work, Jane lay down to experiment with psy-time, and had a dream involving Tam Mossman; the location of the dream, and possible out-of-body experience, was in back of our apartment house, though, and not in New York City where Tam and Eve live. [...]

[...] once I think the title of the—(Jane left this blank)—or the children’s tale appeared in the air in large block letters. [...]

I would like to discuss some material that we have left unfinished, making certain that you understand that there are chemical and electrical reactions resulting from mental enzymes, that are also present in the process of constructing psychic energy into physical construction.

[...] Now she touched the left end of the tube as she held it before me.)