“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] There is no reason in particular why you met him this time, except for this sense of familiarity. [...]

[...] This does not necessarily mean that such a call will always be met by an affirmative answer on either of our parts, or that contact will be made.

[...] This is not the disagreement that Dr. Instream spoke of to you and Ruburt when you met. [...]

[...] Jane met him toward the end of the long period during which she had her recurring playground dreams. [...]

[...] On a visit to their home this summer we met Marie’s mother, in Elmira on a visit from New Jersey. [...]

The needed change that you both need can be met in your present environment by enlarging your kitchen, and unless you can move into the country, I would not suggest that you move at all. [...]

There’s also a rather unexpected bonus: Not only is the mail being answered much more quickly, but the students involved are gaining experience in dealing with a variety of intellectual and emotional questions posed by people they’ve never met. [...]

[...] A student I’ll call Mary told me about just having met a black woman [in a most prosaic night-school class] who looked “exactly like” my drawing of Maumee,¹⁴ the woman in my Jamaica experience of three weeks ago. [...]

[...] Neither Jane or I had ever met Lucy’s friend but we recall hearing about her death through Lucy. [...]

[...] That was the first time they had met, although Seth stated they had known each other in previous lives.

Still, her work has met with a great deal of understanding from many people, if hardly from everyone who’s heard of it. [...]

[...] Most of the people are members of Jane’s class; some have met certain of their counterparts, but not others; Jane, Sue, and I are the only ones who know everyone Seth named. [...]

[...] You are afraid to consider future lives because then you have to face the death that must be met first, in your terms. [...]

[...] Jane and I would feel this rapport when we met him, also.

(It might be added that the next day as Jane and I were leaving the house we met Leonard Yaudes, our neighbor across the hall. [...]

[...] They have exchanged a desultory correspondence for some years, and have not met since the early days of our own marriage, ten years ago. [...]

[...] As far as I know this has not been tried on such a scale, but only because all prerequisite circumstances have not been met.

[...] Had we met under different circumstances, I probably would have liked him. [...]

[...] We strive toward an impossible, or at least rosy, future in which we will have met all of our challenges, so that we’ll live in some sort of unreal wonderland on earth. [...]

[...] Not that she doesn’t have her failures, but her work has greatly improved since we met in 1954, and in ways that I hadn’t foreseen for her. [...]

“He did initiate a small religious order in the 16th century, in France, and he was in love for many years with the man he met in his dream (five evenings ago)—a cleric. [...]

[...] The two corresponded frequently, met often, and in their ways conspired to alter many of the practices that were abhorrent yet held as proper church policy.