“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I made just a few notes on the Saturday night material after our guests left. [...]

[...] “But I think there’s still a little tail left to this chapter first,” she said. [...]

[...] When you exercise your right arm, your left arm benefits. [...]

[...] In his earlier material he left himself plenty of room to add to his data on such units of consciousness. [...]

[...] The overabundance of cancer cells represents nevertheless the need for expression and expansion — the only arena left open — or so it would seem.

[...] The dream state appears chaotic, shadowy, suspicious, or even meaningless, precisely because in life you are so brilliantly focused in daily reality that dreams appear to be staticky objective background noise, left over from when you sleep. [...]

[...] Because of our own sympathetic reactions Jane and I often end up feeling frustrated; also, to help but a few people with any thoroughness means that we’d have no time left for the rest. [...]

(Tonight, though, Seth began work on Psyche right where he left off well over a month ago.)

(“What I mean is, what happens when physically there is no room left on earth for an increase in sheer numbers?”)

[...] His messages will be full of trivial but significant data that will make his survival plain to those he has left behind.

My field of reality is not the same as it is for those who have recently left your system. [...]

[...] At this time I had no idea of using it for the experiment; the idea occurred later, some time after Jane had left the studio. [...]

[...] There is a large cross shape toward the bottom left corner of the envelope object:

(At 9: 43 Jane paused and seemingly left trance. [...]

[...] So did I. As she left trance she received: Michigan was the place of birth; then she came out.

[...] When these were released, when he left the initial environment, he ran willy-nilly, he felt. [...]

[...] Even his mother you see has left the town. [...]

[...] There is a point where the ego will be left behind but each time it will go further.

The ordinary waking consciousness is left intact, you see. [...]

[...] Something wrong with the left wrist.

[...] With a more painful heart I yearned for my wife to walk to me, hips innocently and joyfully swaying, as she used to do years ago, when she’d meet me every day as I left the printing company where I worked as a commercial artist. [...]

(The middle finger of her left hand is still obviously discolored, but not as much, and I haven’t heard her complaining about it. [...]

[...] Seth’s closing reference to a “sweet creature” was a reference to our sweet cat, Willy, who midway in the session had hopped up on the couch and snuggled himself tight against my left side as I took notes.)

[...] Jane’s trance was good, and she entered and left it easily.)

[...] Then I went out to the kitchen to wash a pan that I’d left soaking in the sink. [...]

[...] There is a large tree to the left of the porch, and a weedy driveway leads back to a large white barnish-looking building with double top-hinged doors. [...]

[...] We thought they might have left while we weren’t watching them. [...]

“Our priests,” he mused, “have spoken
of Man Who made our pond.
Perhaps He left this as a token,
Between us, to be a bond.”

I stood there a moment, wondering how she got in, and decided that I must have left the door unlocked. [...]

I’m convinced that I left my body when I decided to go into the living room, and met Miss C. who was traveling in her dream body, wandering about in her old surroundings and coming in for help as she used to do. [...]