“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Some now made perfect sense. [...]

[...] Ed Robinson’s voice — the Ed of the Alaskan letter now received thirty years later, (the Ed who was then doing the detective comic strip referred to in the day’s predictions) and a stranger’s voice.

Now: Good evening.

However, if given a choice, Jane and I now would forgo the “benefits” stemming from animal experimentation, even if our own future welfares were to suffer because of a subsequent lack of knowledge—and providing that at a time of crisis we didn’t weaken in our joint resolve! [...]

[...] You will begin to read your own thoughts as easily as you now read a book. [...]

[...] Your subjective life is now interpreted through the specialized state of consciousness that you call the waking one, in which you recognize as real only experience that falls within certain space and time coordinates. [...]

[...] As of now, of course, you live in a survivor’s world, for all of the catastrophes of a worldwide nature that could have happened thus far, have not. [...]

Now. [...]

Now I bid you another most fond good afternoon.

Now I bid you another most fond good afternoon —

[...] Since I’ve completed the essays, all I have to do now is “refine” the session notes (and addenda) as I type the finished manuscript. [...]

Now people may wiggle their feet, or doodle, or tap a desk while they are concentrating on other things. [...]

For now we will speak of children who possess ordinary good health, but who may also have some of the usual childhood “diseases.” [...]

(As in Frederick Fell’s office that morning, Jane now announced that Seth was about and that she was capable of holding a session. [...]

[...] All was quiet and peaceful in the hospital now. [...]

(I reminded Jane that since she belonged to no religion now [having left the Roman Catholic Church when she was 19 years old], her mystical nature would choose other avenues of expression than religious ones; as in these sessions, for instance. [...]

“… I have more sympathy and love for myself now. [...]

Now—I bid you a joyous good afternoon. [...]

Now: I bid you a most fond good afternoon. [...]

Now I bid you another most fond good afternoon —

[...] She didn’t have it now that her eyes were open, yet the physical feeling of enlargement had been so strong there could be no doubt of it …

Now: Earlier today, Ruburt wondered if I might dictate more in reply to your scientist’s letter. [...]

Now I bid you another most fond good afternoon —