“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The position was threatening because it represented a possible dilution of his energies from his main objective of writing, into a superficial ego satisfaction, which would have left him basically not only unsatisfied but personally betrayed.

(Company left this evening at 8:55 PM, and Jane had no idea of the material for the session. [...]

It often seems to him that to relax is to be lax, to let down, do nothing, achieve nothing, as if spontaneously left alone he would be lazy, unambitious, and again lax. [...]

But (still to Vera) I do not want you to feel left out. [...]

[...] When you left yourselves alone, as you did generally speaking, during the week, you not only attained some peace of mind, but definite improvements in those areas that concerned you both. [...]

[...] Reincarnational selves are like leaves that have left the plant, choosing a new medium of existence. [...]

[...] Have the pictures begin at the upper left-hand corner, ending finally at the lower right-hand corner. [...]

[...] The left hemisphere, being more analytical and intellectual, would have dreams embodying those qualities; the more creative right hemisphere would have dreams involving symbols, the arts, and the emotions.

Now left alone, the intellect will often solve problems in just such a fashion, when it is allowed to, when you forget what is supposed to be possible and what is not, when you forget that your mind is supposed to be pedestrian and parochial.

[...] You both believe (a) that people will not understand, and (b) that they will feel rejected, and (c) that they will reject you, and you will be left quite alone in the solitude you thought you wanted.

[...] While Jane left the room for a brief time, I asked my pendulum a question, and received this answer: “I don’t think Jane wants to get well.” [...]

[...] This morning I discovered that the knots of muscle beneath her left elbow had almost disappeared—an effect I’d never seen before. [...]

[...] I doubt if we would follow Tam helter-skelter to another publishing house if he left Prentice-Hall tomorrow—especially in light of our decision to hold off on Dreams. [...]

[...] At home that evening she questioned her subconscious with the old pendulum technique, and learned she had left the package in the dressing room of a certain store—one which had already said no package had been found.

[...] Pace fast—sometimes Sarah left behind. [...]

(I left my thoughts about Three Mile Island, and began to consider a closing statement about Seth finishing Mass Events as summer passed its zenith and prepared to blend into fall. [...]

(With emphasis, while Billy slept curled up against my left elbow as I sat on the couch writing down Seth’s material:) Animals know that their own lives spell out life’s meaning. [...]

[...] I still wanted to know what he was going to do when he’d left here. [...]

(To Laurie.) To our friend behind me, let me say that your friend has gone and left with a sense of release. [...]

[...] When you finally left to prepare breakfast for yourself, he immediately got up, and barefooted, carrying his shoes and other paraphernalia with him—something you usually do not see him do.

([Joel:] “In one of the stories that Jane wrote, the guy went down to the beach with the wind chimes and (words lost) tree and he selected atoms and that somehow absorbed them through himself into another system until there wasn’t any physical world that we know of left at all, and then as I recall at the end he popped through his whole universe and isn’t that somewhat the same kind of thing? [...]