“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] After lunch I had her call Ethel Waters at Prentice-Hall to tell her everything was okay, simply to get rid of the worries about the book. [...]

[...] Jane said the unpleasant event was the fact that earlier two neighborhood children had been quite noisy and active running about our yard; she had wanted to go sun herself after lunch, but put off the expedition until the children had gone, by 3:00 PM. [...]

[...] Originally she had wanted to go out after lunch, but waited.

(Jane ate very well—her appetite is much better now—and after lunch Peggy Gallagher visited. [...]

[...] The poor lunches on nursery school days were the result of resentment because of the school hours.

(I should have added earlier that at lunch today Jane had me place the paper container of beef Spanish rice on her belly, so that she could feed it to herself with a spoon, left-handed. [...]

(As she ate a good lunch I told Jane about my very vivid dream of last night—in which Jane, myself and her deceased father, Del, had driven to Bemidji, Minnesota, in the summertime. [...]

(As we were eating lunch today Jane said she thought Seth would discuss the question of good and evil, re our conversation on those subjects the other day. [...]

[...] It’s time for lunch; maybe I’ll do a few notes afterward….”

[...] She’d read the article this noon at lunch when I called her attention to it. [...]

(At lunch today I read the latest group of poems Jane has prepared for her book of poetry for Prentice-Hall.¹

You could decide to see such people at lunch hour, and no other time, and put that in your note: “Come back at noon.” [...]

If a car were not available even long walks through various parts of town, with say lunch in various strange dining places, would do. [...]

[...] Ruburt and Joseph ate lunch, and the mail arrived. [...]

(Jane had eaten a better lunch today. [...]

(Jane ate a good lunch. [...]

[...] [They did, and she did, for an hour after lunch.])

(A nap after lunch seemed to restore Jane to a “workable state,” as she put it. [...]

[...] At the lunch table I had remarked that a particular correspondent of ours wanted “instant magic,” and my comment led to Rob writing some notes. [...]

[...] This rather unusual situation came about because after lunch today she wrote excellent analyses of two dreams I’d had recently. [...]

[...] After an average lunch she read the last two sessions to me, wearing her new close-up glasses, and zipped right through them. [...]