“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I met John, Margaret, and others there, and signed a guest book. [...]

[...] I never met the Kecks, but told Jane to give the drawing to them.

[...] I had not met either Caroline or Sheldon Keck, nor Larry who was in Brooklyn.

[...] Neither Jane or I have met his wife.)

[...] Jane had of course met my eyes many times as she paced back and forth rather slowly; her voice had been rather strong. [...]

[...] I also discovered what must be a very common phenomenon: Those who knew of Jane’s passing became instantly self-conscious when we met. [...]

[...] I’m offering two such events of my own, and one from the friend I’ve never met in person, Valerie Wood.

“Since I trust my feelings,” I wrote, “I just know that I’ve met Jane again. [...]

[...] I think that the structure also stands for the ‘psychological bridge’ upon which she met Seth during her sessions with him. [...]

[...] The last significant ghost images are being met head-on, symbolically, and conquered; this being given reinforcement in the physical universe because of the very physical work involved.

[...] In the emergency room downstairs I’d met Peg Lyon, who also talked about 458—just as I’d started wondering about what the situation there was these days. [...]

Both of you set up problems for yourselves to be faced in this existence, challenges to be met. You do not realize that you could have solved the problems and met the challenges adequately, but without the satisfaction of strong creative endeavor. [...]

You have met him in Chicago. [...]

[...] You have met him on two occasions in particular, and you may have had words with him at one time.

[...] Jane had him when we met in 1953.

[...] He has heard of John, our Philip here, and met him at a meeting or conference, perhaps in 1964.

[...] Needs are met. [...]

(Malba met her husband Bronson there; he was a foreman in the factory or plant. [...]

[...] I painted portraits of her as I met her in my dreams. [...]

(Last Saturday evening Jane and I met here at the hill house with a group of people who used to attend Jane’s old ESP class. [...]

Actual continued success on the other hand would have been a definite experience that you could have met together, say then another tour. [...]

[...] These were met in his sales work, but would not be so easily satisfied if he were a proprietor of a settled establishment.

(Again on page 13, it is noted that Jane and I had not met the bride and groom. Later we found out that we had met them once, briefly, while they were engaged. Neither of us are acquainted with the other members of Peggy’s family, however, and at the time the 200th session was held neither Jane or I were consciously aware we had indeed met Peggy’s sister and her fiancé.)

Someplace during their journeys they met a white-haired gentleman. [...]

(Peggy met a black-haired man whom she found to be “repulsive.” [...]

[...] Peggy met no such woman. [...]

(Yesterday we learned that P. Grenquist and others from Prentice-Hall met representatives, including the owners, of Ariston at the book fair in Frankfurt—another bit of information Jane and I wouldn’t have been told without asking; my present suspicion is that eventually Jane and I will learn that those in charge at Prentice-Hall knew all along that both Ariston and Ankh-Hermes had made changes in Seth Speaks, with their casual okay. [...]

[...] As I told Jane last night, there isn’t much more we can do about foreign rights; let’s hope that challenge has been met.)

(Jane and I and some people we had not met before, with Bill, tried to table tip in the darkness on the third floor. [...]

Ray Van Over has scarcely met me. [...]