“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] By the time you met, however, certain attitudes were already paramount, regardless of your diverse backgrounds.

[...] You had furthermore decided, and separately, before you met, to avoid conventional long-term relationships in the world of business. [...]

[...] She met this editor some years ago. She has not met two other executives there who have taken some cognizance of her work, and we now speculate that the situation described by Seth on page 126 might apply to Playboy. [...]

[...] She extended her hands from these points until they met at arm’s length, somewhat off to her right. [...]

(Jane said that while speaking for Seth, she knew the two lines she was indicating met in the west-by-south corner of our room. [...]

[...] I never met the couple. Jane met Mrs. Steffans just once, in 1973, when she came through with a spontaneous “reading” for the lady at an informal party David Yoder gave in the apartment he was renting at the time. Jane and I think it most interesting that we were living in the same downtown apartment house as David was, and that Jane met—just that once—a person living in the house we were to buy two years later. [...]

[...] 2. What about the young psychologist we met at Oswego during our visit to see Instream? [...]

[...] The younger man was, when you met him, afraid himself of schizophrenia, and had a great need to establish his own sanity at the expense of anyone who showed any but the most conventional characteristics.

[...] Bill met Mrs. Ed Lagonegro on Eighth Avenue.”)

(I do want to note, however, that I met Dr. Jeff Karder as I walked down the hall from the emergency room today, on my way to climb the stairs to 330. [...]

[...] When they met, therefore our hypothetical people, they could only gasp with amazement at the ways of coincidence, and the strange fashion of chance or fate.

[...] Until our hypothetical friends met each other at the corner grocery, it seemed that all of their efforts and searches brought no success. [...]

[...] But SN never met James, he told Jane in reply to her question.)

[...] It might also be of interest to note that the younger man—with wife, whom none of us met—knew in Mansfield of the Jupenlasz family. [...]

[...] asking yourself how many actual people I’ve met who scorned me... [...]

Ruburt 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—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. [...]

Your struggles earlier, before you met Ruburt, involved relationships, in that you had no deep ones, allowing yourself to become close to no one. When you fell in love with Ruburt, a part of you was appalled, for it felt it must hold itself ever aloof—and in those days Ruburt’s spontaneous self often met a response from your overly conscientious self, so that you appeared cold to him, and in repelling his spontaneity you were of course frightened to reveal your own.

(Jane and I have met Joanie a few times before, without any knowledge of her lettuce-eating habit, and can attest that Seth’s data here was as much a surprise to us as to Joanie or Bill. [...]

[...] In the past, not too distant, you often met his advances coldly whenever he did decide to try again. [...]

[...] For a while at least he felt you met only in your work, and in the sessions.

[...] They met with varying degrees of success in their attempts to understand the nature of reality, and it is true that their overall goals were different than yours. [...]

[...] For Jane has never met Seth, face to face, you might say, in a dream. [...]

[...] Both of you, before you met, knew that you wanted to study and observe from your own viewpoints. [...]

[...] While you happily worked and caroused quite innocently, you also began half unconsciously to further question the nature, not necessarily of society, but of the individual lives you met within it. [...]

[...] But she owned a black car in 1960, while living in Elmira, several years before we met her. [...] She did not own it when we met her a few months ago.

[...] Various kinds of conditions must be exactly met, between those such as myself, and those through whom we speak. [...]

[...] On Thanksgiving day, November 24, Carroll Stamp called us to tell us that she’d met Burt Ryerson, who had just returned from Spain. [...] If Ryerson met anyone over there who knows us, we are quite unaware of it. [...]

[...] The chimes had been sent to us as a gift by fans we’ve never met.)

[...] This noon I met Jeff Karder in the emergency room — just as I was thinking about him. [...]