“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Exactly the same thing happened as yesterday, except that this time I saw a different light fixture, off to the left of my inner vision. [...]

[...] It was dark of course, but I saw very clearly the figure of a blonde young woman in riding clothes, facing to my left. [...]

[...] While talking with him she mentioned a hard lump that had appeared recently on the inside of her left wrist. [...]

[...] She wrote out a list of half a dozen questions concerning the nodule, and left it lying on the table as session time came. [...]

All of the heroism, the private and even mass triumph, and the good intent, have been left out. [...]

[...] Although I liked the ideas in the session, then, in another way I found it discouraging, for it’s also saying that after all this time we’re still left to struggle with the old challenges; it hardly seems that we’ve moved very far off dead center, I guess. [...]

One, the fact that you left your job, and two, the fact that you have a new car. [...]

[...] Of course I left the job at Artistic last February, but didn’t tell Loren and Betts this officially until phone conversations after the June flood. [...]

[...] Luckily there was a little wine left in one glass; as I finally became so hoarse I could hardly talk, I began to sip this, and it helped a great deal. [...]

(The first was that her troubles began in Florida; that it was her fault we left Sayre to join her father in Florida, and that I had not wanted to leave my parents. [...]

(The day was again warm — about 38 degrees when I left for room 330.

(We were also visited at 11:30 AM by George Rhoads, who left shortly after the Danahers arrived.

(After John B. had left, Jane said she felt that many of Seth’s predictions re John & Searle would work out soon, & all at once. [...]

[...] She’s been able to swab out her left ear, and there has been some blood there.)

[...] In one way they’re like casual jottings that she left half finished and unseen in her journals, until I found them when I began searching for fresh material for the frontmatter of this Volume 2 of Dreams. [...]

Now earlier Ruburt told you to take two steps to the left. [...]

[...] Now Seth left this material to go into a discourse for Jane. [...]

[...] Jane stopped speaking and left her trance easily. She answered the door and explained that we were busy, and company left. [...]

[...] This left me wondering about what questions to ask. [...]

(Jane told me that her feelings of massiveness had left her by the time she began her own dissertation. [...] She left. [...]

[...] While fully enjoying the physical aspect you find that there is some part of you left over, so to speak; and that part can travel into other realities. [...]

Peg told me he was in his forties; he told her he’d written me but probably left before I could answer the letter. [...]

[...] Peggy Gallagher visited at about 6:40, so I got ready and left for the evening without Jane and I reading the prayer.)

[...] Dr. Guy left us a book written by a scientist about a famous medium, and I’ll be mailing it back to him as soon as we’ve read it.)

[...] On the following day she was more mentally agitated than usual, dizzy, with some motor disability in the left arm. [...]

[...] She gave the information on Miss Callahan while pacing back and forth with her left hand to her forehead, as though in deep thought. [...]

(We had no questions for Seth in particular, hoping that he would just continue where he’d left off last session. [...]

[...] You were, generally speaking, to be left alone.

[...] In many cases, however, those who have left it are glad to leave it behind. [...]

[...] Some of you do help persons who have immediately left this system to acclimate to the new conditions. [...]