“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She’d read the article this noon at lunch when I called her attention to it. [...]

[...] In all natural healing, of course (as Jane mentioned this noon), you are involved with PK activity—as you are ultimately with any physical act, and with any motion, microscopic or otherwise. [...]

[...] No big deal, but from last Saturday noon until after supper Monday evening, we had eight callers, all but the first two, Rusty and Hal, being unannounced.)

You could decide to see such people at lunch hour, and no other time, and put that in your note: “Come back at noon.” [...]

[...] I noticed no signs of swelling when I got to 330 this noon.

[...] I’d looked in while passing this noon; her bed had been empty, although two people had sat in the room talking.

(Last night had been very cold, and it was still only 18 degrees when I left for 330 this noon. [...]

(The day was much warmer — 30 degrees — at noon. [...]

(I discovered considerable drainage on the foam rubber buffer between Jane’s knees when I got to 330 this noon, and turned her on her back.

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

(Jane was upset when I got to 330 this noon. [...]

[...] I worked on Dreams this morning, and mailed our letters to Maude Cardwell on my way to the hospital this noon. [...]

(The object for the 83rd envelope experiment was a note Jane wrote to me today; I found it on the table this noon upon returning from work, left there by Jane shortly after 11 AM. [...]

[...] It consists of a note Jane wrote me late this morning, and left on the table for me to find upon coming home from work this noon. [...]

[...] First had come her reactions to a group of upsetting letters she’d received this noon: One is a 20-page missive from a mental patient who wants returned to him all of the notes, objects, manuscripts, and books of poetry he’s sent her over the years: another is from a woman who informed us that she’s writing a book dictated by Seth: a third is a long letter from a man who’s claiming us as his counterparts, for reasons we can’t agree with. [...]

[...] She told me that Seth had changed the beginning of the session because of her reactions to the mail this noon, but that finally he’d gotten into some of the material she’d picked up from him today, and written down. [...]

(On the way to 330 this noon I stopped to give the hospital the check for $18,000-plus that I’d received the day before yesterday from Blue Cross. [...]

(The day was again warm — 42 — when I left for 330 at noon. [...]

(This noon Jane and I signed our wills, with, naturally, Bill Danaher and his wife as witnesses. [...]

lord let me remember how it was
when i nudged my skin
against the touch of each new morning
and bounded through
the thick thought-forests
that stretched between dawn and noon,
when like magic my lunch was put before me.
lord let me remember how it was
when i was so new
that i thought i was part of the morning.

(I told her about my morning’s activities—going to see Pete Harpending, decisions to ask Steve and Tracy for money, the $10,000 I gave the billing department of the hospital this noon on my way to room 330. [...]

(Jane was upset when I got to 330 this noon: Her catheter had been completely pulled out of her this morning after hydro, when Georgia and Steve had transferred her back into bed from the litter. [...]

[...] When Judy, the RN, brought the lunch tray this noon, and replaced a couple of dressings, we asked her to contact Mary and find out exactly what Mary and Dr. G had talked about, re Jane’s treatment. [...]

(A nurse and an aide met me at the door to 330 this noon and told me that they’d spent half an hour trying to get Jane comfortable. [...]