“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] As I suspected, the .session was not yet over. [...]

[...] But Ruburt knew that I would be here before class was over, and I come to you with no great pronouncements. [...]

[...] Everything must be slanted to fit the viewpoint of creatures who believe most firmly in the superiority of matter over mind — who are immersed in a particular biological framework.

Next, Jane quickly went over my recent batch of “Sayre-environment dreams,” as Seth called them. [...]

The worry about the time element is the result of your present concern over whether or not you are affecting Framework 2 properly. [...]

(Jane still nods off as she sits in her chair, especially after supper, which we take to be an indication that her thyroid is still below par, although she’s much improved in that regard over her condition before she entered the hospital. [...]

He will find himself wanting to get up earlier, finding he is enthusiastic both about his writing and wanting to have time left over for physical activities. [...]

[...] You did more good by telling him he bent over well from the front this evening (while we were exercising), that simple statement, than you ever could by any remark, however well-meaning, that he is not bending his leg when he walks for example.

[...] Mossman during his call today told Jane that his girl Eve broke her right arm over the past weekend, sometime during the 20th-22nd. [...]

[...] You will have control, you see, over your own subconscious images if you recognize them as your own constructions.

[...] You have little control, and I am speaking here now all evening, of projections and their circumstances—you will have little control over the constructions of others. [...]

[...] You may deal with several issues over several nights. [...]

[...] While it was not overly severe, the burn was deep enough to have formed a scar; yet she could not recall when she had been burned. [...]

(Jane now took a pause lasting well over a minute. [...]

Ruburt should not work less at his writing than four hours daily, and when possible perhaps a few hours over the weekend. [...]

[...] The same psychic directional sense can be perfected, so that as he roams over fields of experience Ruburt will know when he is on to the proper signals.

Imagine the summer winds that blow over the land that now fills the interior of the house with scented air. [...]

Using the intellect alone, man did not simply learn through daily experience over the generations, say, that one season followed the other. [...]

[...] Then I’ll need another week to go over the manuscript, with colored pens marking instructions of each page as to what copy we want set in roman [upright] type, and in italics; while doing that I’ll also check spelling, punctuation, references, dates, times—all of those mundane details so necessary in helping our publisher produce a finished, good-looking book for the marketplace.¹

[...] The day had been exceptionally hot—well over 90 degrees—probably the hottest of the year so far.

[...] This would also give us a great chance to check it out over a longer period of time. [...]