“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He did not dare look to the left, nor the right.

Left alone, any such construction will eventually vanish. [...]

(The “blue” middle finger on Jane’s left hand was better, and has been slowly improving a bit each day, yet the visit to see Dr. Sobel was a disaster as far as Jane was concerned. [...]

[...] Then, left alone, they would fall away. [...]

Today he was afraid, for one thing, that if he left himself alone he would just write poetry that very well might not sell. [...]

Left alone, some of these people would die with a feeling of satisfaction. [...]

[...] Some left in groups, particularly in France and Spain, forming their own communities.

(At this writing at least I plan to spend evenings typing new session material, and in the time left over to restudy the past material in the hopes of putting it all together with and/or without Seth’s help. [...]

[...] You cannot bring them back into the limited perspectives of your present physical field and are left with but glimpses and flimsy glimmerings of images that are as actual, vivid and more mobile than normal physical ones.

[...] My third left fingernail
Was earth, pearl tipped and turning
With the measured motion of my wrist.

I left the room almost at once and appeared in a house supposedly owned by friends, Jack and Lydia. [...]

[...] The experiment was a success, in that I was convinced I’d left my body from the dream state. [...]

[...] She spoke with many pauses, sitting with her eyes closed, her head down, her left hand raised to her brow. [...]

[...] I expected Jane to continue, but to my surprise I saw that she had left trance. [...]

The woman left your own physical system not long ago, according to your terms. [...]

[...] There was a confusion of levels, she said, that left her groping.

[...] She’s made no effort to learn to write with her better-functioning left hand, as I suggested she do a couple of months ago, so I’ve dropped that idea. [...]

[...] I haven’t been able to get back to painting since Jane left the hospital, and I’ve had to hire help to mow the grass. [...]

[...] She had gotten out of bed by herself earlier in the week and had taken a bad fall; there was a bandage on her right temple and her left elbow because of this. [...]

(There was no way for us to help Miss Callahan, so we left the hospital at about 8:00 PM, to prepare for tonight’s session. [...]

[...] Here, I wish to make it clear that [“Unknown” Reality] will initiate a journey in which it may seem that the familiar is left far behind. [...]

[...] In one way or another these words, like pebbles, are left along the beach of your [collective] reality.

Speaking earlier concerning the dream universe, there are many things I left of necessity unsaid. [...]

(Lorraine and the Gallaghers left soon after the session. [...]

[...] There would be nothing left. [...]

Left alone, he never wrote conventional fiction. [...]

[...] In some such cases, all of the desirable human attributes are magnified and projected outward into a god or superconsciousness, while all the less admirable characteristics are left to the race and the individual.

While we are somewhat on the subject, I have not forgotten that we have left behind our discussions on the inner senses, and really with good reason. [...]