“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] We were left hoping that intuitively the list would be an appropriate one.

[...] I was working in the middle room of our apartment; my studio is thus on my left, the living room on my right. [...]

Give us a moment … Historically, of course, you follow a one-line pattern of thought, so you see a picture in which fish left the oceans and became reptiles; from these mammals eventually appeared, and apes and men. [...]

[...] Jane feels the energy went through her yet left a residue, for she now felt much better than before the session. [...]

[...] In one case, a friend’s hang-ups in the present originated right in this life, though her boyfriend’s were left over from the past.

[...] My cup runneth over, and there will be none of me left—you see? [...]

[...] After it was over, and our salesman friend left for his motel in a nearby town, Seth came through with a few personal remarks for Rob. [...]

[...] After “settling us down,” making the few changes that seemed to be of such great help, Seth left all housekeeping problems to me.

[...] Like an adolescent leaving home for the first time, individualized consciousness was also somewhat homesick, and returned often to the family homestead—but gradually gained confidence and left finally to form a [universe].

Often your medical beliefs as a culture stabilize conditions that, left alone, would right themselves. [...]

[...] Thought patterns and emotional patterns, left alone, would change one into the other as stormy weather changes into sunny. [...]

[...] He never knew the tomb, he left his body long before then. [...]

[...] The elders preferred it rather than to be banished and left the prey of animals or to die of starvation and slow death outside of the tribe. [...]

I understand you have left, but I expected a full concentration on your work and plans. [...]

[...] Now to the extreme you would have joined an order, for awhile, of a religious nature and later you would have left it. [...]

[...] The gist of the piece is that each year in this country an estimated several thousand seriously defective infants are quietly left to die, without treatment, after most careful consideration by the parents and doctors involved.

[...] I tried to increase the sensation by concentrating, for instance, on hearing the sound with my left knee when the sensation was strong there, but did not succeed especially. [...]

In the meantime, I’d left my gallery job and was writing full-time. [...]

[...] When break arrived she discovered that she had left her glasses on while speaking, something she rarely does. [...]

(Then I saw that someone had left the shack’s door open, and that everything, the walls, the ceiling, the open door, etc., was covered with hordes of insects of various kinds and colors, all crawling and flying about. [...]

[...] He was then in his late fifties, and left two women. [...]

[...] Clear indications that left alone without safeguards one would go too far for one’s own good.