“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(The sensation passed and we resumed talking. Yet it lingers. As I sit here writing I feel it nibbling away—a bit of it in my back, on my cheeks, in my torso. Perhaps it will return later.

(As the hour for the session came and went, Jane began to get “nibbles” from Seth. [...]

[...] He was like some kid admiring a box of chocolates; each piece representing one of his own talents, wondering which piece to nibble on first. [...]

[...] I nibbled at it throughout the day, until I felt I’d better stop. [...]

[...] I told her about the four deer — three bucks and a doe — that I’d seen out back this morning, nibbling away in the so-called wildflower garden. [...]

[...] As I sit here writing these notes, I feel it nibbling away — a bit in my back, on my cheeks and mouth, in my torso. [...]

As the regular hour for our session came and went, Jane began to get ‘nibbles’ from Seth. [...]

[...] Different environments simply give consciousness some new material to nibble on.

[...] They moved leisurely across Holley Road into our own driveway, nibbling at fallen sumac leaves and the bushes. [...]

[...] The nuts should be kept on his desk however, and nibbled.

“The rabbits in our neighborhood would continue to live as usual without our help, although they might miss nibbling upon the leafy vegetables in the local gardens. [...]

During a break we sat nibbling at crackers and sipping wine. [...]

[...] You then organize these, nibbling at them, so to speak, a bit “at a time.”