“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] We met Patty in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in September, 1970, while we were on tour for Jane’s own book, The Seth Material.

Now: Events do not become physical, then, unless certain requirements are met, and certain codes activated.

[...] “She lives in … the third or fourth house in the middle of a dead-end street, in the northeastern section of town, but west of the establishment in which you met her. [...]

One day I met Mrs. Brian, a former student who dropped out of class due to illness, who told me she had read a newspaper article about this present book that appeared in the local paper. [...]

[...] A brief history: Last month our friend Marie Colucci let a local dentist, Dr. Lodico, whom Jane and I have not met, borrow an abstract painting of mine to try out in his office. [...]

(As stated, neither of us has met Dr. Lodico, and up to and including the time of this session did not know where he lived, although we had his address. [...]

[...] He had an unfortunate marriage behind him when you met. [...]

[...] Simply that the whole hassle Jane and I are involved in first showed itself—clearly—when we met with Instream in Oswego, and encountered the disbelieving young nameless psychologist. [...]

[...] John has met her the one time, he said, plus an instance where he had coffee with her. [...]

[...] For now Jane wants the volume to contain some of the poetry she’s dedicated to me over the years since we met in February 1954. [...]

It is not that those challenges would not be met, but in meeting them you would end up with a different kind of work and experience.

[...] Metaphysics and psychology have not met, in other words.

[...] It seems that a very young boy, a survival personality, has met her on these occasions. [...]

A need was met. [...]

(To me.) I speak to you as Joseph, and all unknowingly you react as Joseph; (leans forward) for Robert F. Butts alone, or Jane Roberts alone, would never have met me.

[...] I say, ‘Do you remember the last time we met in the pavillion?’

‘And you do remember the last time we met? [...]

[...] Neither of us have met Wendell’s business partner, Mr. Taylor, or know anything about him—not even if he is still living.

[...] If he drove to New York City by private car, he would presumably head south and take the first tunnel he met—the Lincoln.

[...] In the past he cut the desires down, to make sure that the most important prerogatives would be met, but his picture of reality was too small. [...]

[...] That is why when the two of you met as a unit, so to speak, with the Rochester group (last week) that he allowed himself greater freedom, and in that context he believed you approved. [...]

[...] At one of our favorite spots we met the Gallaghers, Bill and Peggy. [...]

Now that is the challenge and the ideal, and it is met to varying degrees by personalities at various stages of development. [...]

[...] Jane and I met two young couples there by prearrangement, and we had much fun dancing. [...]

[...] We had also forgotten that we met Marilyn and Don Wilbur first at the dancing establishment, and had time for our first drink before Ann Diebler and her escort, Paul Sinderman, arrived.