“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Left alone, Ruburt’s creative life falls into inspirational patterns that spring from their own secretive sources. [...]

[...] Therefore, left alone, Ruburt writes freely, and in an inspired nature because that is (underlined) his nature. [...]

[...] The desire for suicide is often the last recourse left to frightened people whose natural impulses toward action have been damned up — intensified on the one hand, and yet denied any practical expression.

[...] When such natural impulses toward action are constantly denied over a period of time, when they are distrusted, when an individual feels in battle with his or her own impulses and shuts down the doors toward probable actions, then that intensity can explode into whatever avenue of escape is still left open.

[...] You are left with beliefs about the body. [...]

[...] Now however you are left with body beliefs that no longer have a foundation in other personal beliefs, so they will secede much more quickly in the face of encouragement, enthusiasm, and projects that are otherwise personally desired. [...]

[...] “You’ve let it rule every bit of your life, every thought almost, and there sure isn’t much left, is there?”

[...] Our session, the 339th, started shortly afterward, and almost immediately I left my body, though I had little sensation of doing so. [...]

“Then a bay effect to the left. [...]

[...] With a comic shrug he left the amount up in the air. [...]

[...] Nothing like this had ever happened to him before, and he was so startled that he muttered a quick excuse to the woman and left the bar.

[...] Seth cut the session short, and after the five witnesses had left Jane was physically sick to her stomach three successive times. [...]

[...] Note that signs of this are still visible on the left hand edge. [...]

[...] Beyond the sign to the left can be seen part of a station wagon. [...]

[...] Before this couple left, Bill Macdonnel dropped in. Jane, Bill and I were eventually left alone, and since Bill is also an artist, the three of us joined a rather animated discussion of Jane’s latest work. [...]

[...] Then chest felt quite strongly as though it was scooped out on the left side. [...]

[...] Jane said this data is correct, in that it referred to the Brooklyn Museum and Caroline Keck by name on the object, in the upper left corner. [...]

[...] Perhaps Seth interpreted the blue as black, however, then substituted it in the upper left corner.

[...] The object contains small printed letters in the address in the upper left corner. [...]

[...] While we were having last Saturday’s session, someone knocked on our door; I didn’t answer it and they left. [...]

(It wasn’t until after the Canadian couple had left us, actually, that the implications of what had happened began to sink in. [...]

At the last moment, however, before you left, Ruburt made up his mind and told you to unlock the porch door. [...]

[...] Jane was already on her back; her left shoulder had been bothering her. [...]

[...] When he left he took with him a contract signed by Jane for Oversoul Seven, plus two more Sevens, should she ever write them. [...]

[...] It seems highly impractical in that system of belief to tell an individual that he or she knows the best patterns of behavior to follow, to suggest that each person knows how much sleep he or she needs, or that left alone you will pick a correct diet—a diet geared to you. [...]

(Jane sat quietly in trance while I left my seat to turn on the air cooler set into one of our living-room windows. [...]

[...] Rooney, our black cat, had been injured somehow in the left front leg, so that for the past four days he had been moving about on three legs. [...]

[...] You are much easier now, but at the time, there was an explosion of energy on your part that you did not understand, and you were afraid that in this explosion of energy you would go too far outward and there would be nothing left, so to speak, that you would get away from yourself and lose yourself beyond all hopes of recovery. [...]

[...] And he left 44 grandchildren and great, great grandchildren. [...]

[...] As soon as she left trance she became aware of music playing in the apartment downstairs; before she hadn’t heard this.

[...] She appeared to have left trance as she talked, but then said: “If I came out so good, how come I’m still half under?” As before recently, Jane was partially in trance during break, but felt well. [...]

[...] This left the room lit spasmodically by the lights from passing traffic. [...]

[...] Jane left a message that he should call her, but she hasn’t heard. [...]

(On May 28, a nurse in hydro dropped an empty pan on Jane’s left instep, making one of those depression cuts in the flesh. [...]

[...] You, Joseph, do not realize emotionally how you can direct your energy to help him overcome what doubts he still has left. [...]

There are several issues that have been left hanging in our own sessions, and material that we shall get to. [...]

[...] Jane left trance rather easily. [...]

[...] Elmira and Syracuse banking facilities would be merged, with the Utica branch left out; according to Tom this would be a better arrangement, etc.

[...] Jane left trance easily, eyes opening after a bit. [...]

[...] Jane left trance quickly, though it had been deep. [...]