“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Many people take excursions into other realities — swim, so to speak, through other streams of consciousness as a part of their normal waking lives. [...]

[...] In the sleeping state you may have constant experience through the years with close associates who may live in another portion of the world entirely, and be strangers to you in the waking state.

[...] She knew that it referred to William James — the American psychologist and philosopher who’d lived from 1842 to 1910 — and that a dream had been involved, though she’d forgotten it. [...]

This simple statement alone liberated Rob and me from all kinds of preconceptions that had inhibited our daily lives.

[...] I thought that the whole subject was fascinating when he began, but I didn’t expect a demonstration in the middle of our living room, which is exactly what happened in the 68th session (July 6, 1964). [...]

[...] Bill Ward—not in the dream—lives in Ridgewood, NJ, a commuter town for New York City.)

[...] Jane says Marjorie Buck lives in an old house, at 655 Logan Street. [...]

[...] You do attend meetings, when you are in the sleep state, between lives. [...]

[...] He and Ruburt have worked together, you see, on other occasions and also have known each other in some past lives. [...]

[...] People live in regions threatened by earthquakes with clear conscious knowledge of them. [...]

[...] It was a warm evening and our living room windows were open. [...]

[...] The problems must be solved at their basic level, and once these lessons are learned they are of benefit for the rest of your lives.

The trouble is that he tries to live up to an idealized image. [...]

[...] A few weeks ago he barely considered taking two steps in the kitchen, much less walking twice the length of the living room, or considering walking after dinner.

[...] (Sayre is only 18 miles from Elmira, New York, where Jane and I live now.) Even though it was wintertime, the tree carried a sparse cover of leaves. [...]

[...] He did not live in the moment, or know his body’s present reality. [...]

[...] The cross now hangs easily and lightly in a corner of our living room.

Unfortunately the situation also involved your intimate lives. [...]

(I wonder: The car blocking mine belonged to a young man who lives in a downstairs apartment. [...]

[...] Rob and I in living room area; I told him about the mailman and all of a sudden I had the odd and striking feeling as I walked around my table that I passed through a “hole of nothingness”—and passed out of it again immediately. [...]

[...] It occurred—but Paul did not see, or communicate with (long pause), a person of divine heritage, sent by his father to earth, who lived the life of the official Christ, and who was crucified. [...]

[...] (My mother lives. [...]

[...] Once again from the card table in the living room:)

[...] Ryerson lives within a couple of blocks of us.... [...]