“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Maybe something to do with a man, woman and a child. [...]

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

[...] “Maybe Seth will talk about our own things instead of giving dictation — your material on your father [which I received this past Sunday evening], or what you got on your mother this afternoon. Or maybe he’ll talk about what I got on your mother the other day, or my strands-of-consciousness stuff for Psychic Politics.”

[...] Maybe I should take a short break and see if he’ll come back, instead of ending the session….”

[...] Then she had an interesting comment as we made ready for bed; it pertained to the question I’d asked Seth about counterparts in families: “I think that maybe the family unit is designed more to take care of the reincarnational framework, instead of dealing so much with counterparts.” [...]

[...] I wondered, ‘Whatever happened to Henry?’ Suddenly I had the thought that maybe in linear terms Henry is now ‘many’ people — that he has a number of offshoots or counterpart personalities alive at once. [...]

[...] Maybe I’m looking for some crazy expression like condensed richness….”

[...] “I think I have the interpretations of them,” she said, “but maybe Seth will talk about them too. [...]

[...] “Maybe he’s going to do my own book,” she said, referring to Heroics, “but that’s okay. [...]

[...] “I feel an odd sense of frustration — or maybe just impatience is a better way to put it…. [...]

This might sound like a bit of overly optimistic, though maybe delightful, nonsense. [...]

(“Well, maybe. [...]

[...] At dream’s end Rob says that the head was almost too youthful for the body he’d drawn — maybe a reminder that the natural person is younger in ways than the intellectual self. [...]

[...] Maybe by using his own art symbol, the sketch pad instead of the typing paper, Rob reinforced the idea of Mary’s conflicts about the nature of her own work.

[...] “Well, maybe....” [...]

[...] Somehow Rob’s few notes did, or maybe I was just ready. [...]

[...] “Sure, for one joint, or two, maybe,” I said, then shut up, not wanting to add my own fears to her fears. [...]

[...] Maybe we’d have sessions almost every night for a few weeks, or whatever it took. [...]

[...] I’d like him to say something about the DMSO, and that material I got this afternoon, and maybe the foot....”)

[...] “Nothing evil, but certainly a fear of letting go, of expression, maybe abandonment.” [...]

[...] Maybe we can, in that way, clear up a matter that often seems to contain some mystery (amused.

[...] Maybe he’ll start his book….” [...]