“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Just as I was opening the garage door, I met a woman who had pulled into the driveway, who has a tumor and wanted to see Jane. [...]

[...] I do not know whether I have met the two men mentioned by Seth or not; I am inclined to think I haven’t. On the other hand Tom Hartley told Jane the party was primarily for newspaper people, and I have met some of this local group... [...]

[...] Through mutual friends Jane and I had met Mary several years ago: while on a business trip to New York City, we had stayed at her apartment for a number of days.

[...] He is a computer service technician whom Jane and I had met but two or three times some months ago, before the sessions began. [...] He is also a ham radio operator and a science-fiction fan; thus the three of us got along well from the beginning, when we met Jim as he called to service our TV. [...]

[...] Jim stated that the personal information about himself was correct, although neither Jane nor myself had any knowledge of these things, having met him but briefly on a few occasions some months ago.

[...] He never met it squarely.

[...] We have never met any of his family—wife, children, other relatives, etc.

Obviously, some ESP class members met counterparts in class. But I know that I’ve also met a counterpart outside of class, and later in life: Laurel Lee Davies, the beautiful young lady from Iowa who’s been my loving companion for some years now, following Jane’s death in 1984. [...]

[...] (Father’s deceased sister.) A woman that he knew before he met your mother, but was also acquainted with her afterward. [...]

[...] She was either a cousin, or someone he met who was closely connected with his family in the area from which he came. [...]

[...] When he met you, he turned to love and science, for by then he had set upon science and the intellect as a safe means of containing his abilities and expressing them.

His new room gave him the view that he wanted, but no protection—and not only that, but then he was the one who met guests head-on.

[...] Our eyes met. [...]

[...] The music could only be heard where I’d met Miss Cunningham.

I’m convinced that I left my body when I decided to go into the living room, and met Miss C. who was traveling in her dream body, wandering about in her old surroundings and coming in for help as she used to do. [...]

About two days later I met her downtown, the first time I’d seen her since her move. [...]

(As stated before, Jane met Ella twice, both times rather briefly some years ago, and has no idea how much she remembers of the visits subconsciously. Jane met Ella’s husband Wilbur once; he died a few years ago. [...]

[...] I had seen very little of Aunt Ella over the years, and Jane had met her twice, as best we can recall. [...]

[...] Her parents had divorced when she was two years old, and since her mother did not remarry Jane grew up without a father.² Jane and “Del” met again, briefly, when she became 21 years old in 1950. [...]

[...] I started talking to the people giving the news on TV [channel 13], and Chris’s mother [whom Jane has never met; Chris Hover cleans the house every other Sunday], and to you and other people. [...]

[...] To mix your purposes with the conventional family life would have been most difficult, so you chose situations that left you free until you met—that is, of property, children, or important ties.

[...] You discovered that your needs were met more quickly, and you received approval more often, when you thought and spoke in that particular manner. [...]

[...] In my opinion, friendships with those we’ve never met physically are rare things to know and experience. [...]

[...] Within those specifications certain standards are met or not met. [...]

[...] Jane said one interpretation could be that we know three other teachers personally; the fourth, separated, would be Mr. Clauss whom Jane met twice perhaps a couple of years ago. I have never met him.

[...] Jane cannot now recall the name of the female supervisor, whom she met but once, but doesn’t think the initials tally. [...]

(I took the lunch tray out to the cart after Jane was finished, and met Marilyn Sullivan, who introduced herself to me. [...]

Ruburt has made some effort to avoid negative projections, and has therefore met with some success. [...]

[...] Carried to the extreme in the past, Ruburt would not even want to take time for a decent shower, unless his other goals for the week were met.

[...] I mention this here because many philosophies teach that suicides are met by a sort of special, almost vindictive fate, and such is not the case. [...]

[...] I had been typing a session in my studio, while class met in our living room. [...]