“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The comical series of events involving Floyd, one of his sons, and another helper had started this noon: “Hell, Rob, it’s a coon!” a surprised Floyd called down to me from the roof of the house, after the beam from his flashlight had illuminated the black mask across the animal’s face and made its eyes shine as it crouched at the base of the fireplace chimney. [...]

[...] To do this, follow the directions that I have given, but also get in the habit of looking about you morning, noon and night ... [...]

You might try right after noon tomorrow for contact also.

[...] To do this, follow the directions that I have given, but also get in the habit of looking about you morning, noon and night—and realizing that there is more within every environment than each small room that you see. [...]

(“On Sunday noon, October 24, we returned by airplane from St. Thomas, Virgin Islands, to San Juan, Puerto Rico. [...]

(October 18, 11:30 to Noon, Monday: Jane specifically requested information of the Gallaghers, but she did not list anything they were able to identify.)

(October 20, 11:30 AM to Noon: Jane tried unsuccessfully to speak to Bill Gallagher. [...]

(October 22, 11 AM until Noon, Friday. [...]

[...] This morning she did surprise me—and herself—by sleeping until noon, probably out of exhaustion. [...]

(The following experience happened to me today between 11:45 and 12:00 noon. [...]

[...] I had suggested in the beginning that I snap out of the trance state by noon, and had set the alarm. [...]

[...] Then the day after this session was held, Frank returned at noon with literature on what stove units are available, prices, et cetera, so the discussion proceeded further.)

[...] “They’re squirrels,” Frank Longwell had stated this noon. [...]

[...] It seems morally wrong—not so much to work at night as to sleep till noon (as Jane did today; although she hadn’t worked last night). [...]

[...] She’d just finished reading the last 25 of the 48 fan letters that had arrived from our publisher this noon; she’d wanted a little time to relax and write a few notes before the session. [...]

(I put in my usual morning writing hours 8:30 to 11:30 and then tried psychological time according to schedule, from then until noon. [...]

[...] On page 89, in the 100th session, Seth had stated that Jane could allow herself more freedom now, and since she had mentioned the feeling of what she calls ecstasy to me this noon, I thought she was indeed doing more than usual. [...]

(Jane had a strong experience this morning; when I came home at noon she was still going through phases of it. [...]

(In this noon’s mail Jane received from her editor, Tam Mossman, an early printer’s proof of the book jacket for The Afterdeath Journal of an American Philosopher: The World View of William James. [...]

[...] She said that when I came in this noon she didn’t ask me how I made out this morning because she was going to wait until after her lunch, in case I had bad news. [...]

[...] The streets have been littered with debris from trees, and driving home this noon after taking Jane to work I felt several small limbs strike the roof of the car.

[...] You received this inner data at noon but you ignored it. [...]

(February 10, Wednesday: While resting briefly just before noon, I saw a woman in some kind of ski outfit, in the lower branches of a tree. [...]

[...] She now has a woman who cooks her noon meal for her, and usually stays with her until about 1 PM.)

[...] She always found it natural to try it between eleven-thirty and noon, after she had put in her morning’s work writing, and before I get home from work.)

(Then when I called her at noon, Jane cried for at least half an hour. [...]