“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

There are certain requirements as you remember that must be met, upon your plane and upon others. [...]

[...] He had not told Jane and I this, although we had met the individual in question once, briefly, here in Elmira at an art show. [...]

Supposedly it was here where she met her husband, who was a foreman in the plant. [...]

(Harris Hill Inn was closed on Monday, February 1,1965, and Jane and I met the proprietor there Monday evening and hung the paintings. [...]

[...] Jane of course knew of Ezra’s death although she had never met him; she agreed with me that “an unknown element.” [...]

[...] Jane and I, incidentally, have never met John’s wife. [...]

[...] This old family photograph, incidentally, included Jimmy’s father, whom Jane and I had not met, and who is referred to in the following session material.)

[...] I was interested in learning whether, and when, the three personalities of the Christ entity had met as physical beings. [...]

On April 23, I met Miss Cunningham’s niece in the hall and asked about her condition. [...]

We met at lunch in the teachers’ room where we ate with a group of women, including one lovely, black girl who was particularly intelligent. [...]

[...] Jane and A.J. have met once, at a science fiction conference some eight years ago in Milford, PA.

[...] The habit of repression dropped its hold to a great degree when he met you. [...]

[...] Some of this assertiveness can be met through artwork but it must be a going- out from self: a self-assertion, an expression of self—but directed then outward.

[...] As you know we have met severe blockage here, and I can now tell you the reasons.

[...] You are all children in one way playing beneath the maple trees, dreaming in the long twilights of your adult state even as your adult selves now seemingly so independent would not know what to say to your childhood selves if you met them; but within you the childhood self must also grow, and allow it its growth. [...]

[...] She is now dead, and Jane and I never met her. [...]

[...] Murphy, the stereotyper, whom I have never met, is according to Bill a large, rotund fat man. [...]

(Jane and I went dancing with Bill and his girlfriend, whom we had not met before, two weekends ago. [...]

[...] As stated Jane and I visited my parents at their home last Sunday, April 3, and while there met my brother Loren, his wife Betts, and their son Douglas, who is 14. [...]

[...] Such relatively harmless difficulties however are more than compensated for by increased confidence and achievements that emerge as the difficulties are met, and controls learned.