“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] (As Seth, Jane sat quite motionless in her rocker for well over a minute. [...]

[...] I didn’t realize until the session was over that this was the second heading Seth had given for Chapter Ten. [...]

(End at 11:55 p.m. “Now I’ve got all this energy left over,” Jane said, after quickly coming out of trance. [...]

[...] To brood or worry, or become resentful, is as regrettable as it would be if you, say, painted a big X over one of your paintings because you were dissatisfied with a detail or two. Over a period of time, resentments X out large areas of otherwise productive experience. [...]

[...] I had a few questions I wanted to ask Seth if I got the chance, but hadn’t talked them over with Jane before the session. [...]

[...] If you get a Christmas tree then I will come over and look at it. [...]

The rest (to Gert) of the ghost affair—so you decided to start over and to hide from yourself your earlier errors. [...]

And someone (to Joanne) over here will play a greater part, not looking at anyone in particular, than you have in the past, particularly in later years. [...]

He has felt the need of sleep because he has been overly anxious to set things right. [...]

[...] As a youngster you felt that recreating portions of physical reality gave you a mastery and control over them. [...]

[...] Neither did you find yourself at home however with the acrylics, that you felt were over-refined, and too far away from basics. [...]

[...] Like me, he didn’t believe that Fred flew here from Denver—that is, talking a stewardess into giving him free transportation all that way—yet Fred got here somehow, and I explained that the manuscript of Fred’s that I’ve looked over contains descriptions of his landing in Pittsburgh, PA, and working his way east through a series of stops at restaurants, in which he’d add to his manuscript each time. [...]

[...] As we sat at Jane’s worktable looking them over, I remarked that the notes were well written—this was my particular work. [...]

(I haven’t read “Unknown” Reality since I finished typing the last session for it over three months ago; Jane had reviewed all of Seth’s material on the book last week yet still had to remind herself today of the contents of that [707th] session. While we went over it this afternoon I became aware of a familiar, though infrequent, sound: the honking of geese. [...]

[...] Next comes the finished work for publication, which I’ll produce by placing a sheet of clear acetate over each guide, then rendering on that untouched surface the final version in “line,” or pen and ink. [...]

[...] But she laughed, as she has before in such cases: “I just want to get it — the beginning — over with.” [...]

[...] We could hear the automobiles swooshing across the new Walnut Street Bridge that lifted gracefully over the Chemung River, less than a quarter of a block from our apartment house; it had been raining earlier this evening and the traffic noise was softened. [...]

(When I finally tried to get on my feet to get Jane more milk, however, I realized that my situation was far from over. [...] I yawned deeply and wished only for bed, over and over again.

Thoughts of the will and your approaching 50th and 60th birthdays have led you, Joseph, to look over you life, to ask, “What have I done? [...]

[...] Both of you went too far in opposite directions, as is characteristic of your own natures: you are sometimes inclined, and underline sometimes, to be overly pessimistic; and Ruburt is sometimes inclined to be not overly optimistic but overly docile, as far as his connections with the outside world are concerned.

[...] As time passed, and while I pored over several daily New York City newspapers plus Elmira’s daily paper, I came to realize to a small extent that poor expectations on my part had much to do with my falling ill.

[...] Jane was notified of this over the Xmas holidays, and signed a contract earlier this month. [...]

(A reference to Jane’s hair falling over her right eye. [...]

(To Bill G:) I was here the other evening (1/3/69)...looking over your shoulder... [...]

[...] You should not, for example, indulge in beer, breads or cereals over much... [...]

[...] Only when the body objected and went over those boundaries did he become frightened, for he saw then that he lacked the control over the body he thought he held. [...]

[...] He leaped over that barrier, and when you thought you had given him the opportunity to be free, he was not about to misuse it. [...]

[...] I sat in silence for several minutes because I didn’t know what to do; I seemed to be neutralized by the conflicting feelings washing over me. [...]

[...] As mentioned earlier (in sessions 680–82), your consciousness seizes upon certain events over others and brings these into significance, and therefore into the official reality that you know.

[...] Our ways of thinking have changed considerably since these sessions began over a decade ago. [...]

Now when Jane and I drive over those modest streets, I feel a sense of familiarity and strangeness that’s hard to describe. [...]

[...] Sometime later we began to wonder whether he might have meant that this second house had been Stella Butts’s next best choice for herself over the years, after Mr. Markle’s. We took the conservative approach; we decided this wasn’t likely. [...]

[...] I also went over the two previous sessions in this new batch with her. [...]

[...] Just as we took our break the routine visits in regard to Jane’s daily vitals began: eye drops, temperature, pulse, blood pressure [120 over 70], taken by LuAnn, Carol, and Lorrie. [...]

[...] If circumstances warrant it, however, such information may be switched over to other channels of communication, so that it appears in the form of, say, an impulse to do a certain thing, to call a certain person, or whatever. [...]

[...] By the time we had our session last night, the difficulty was largely over. [...]

[...] Now, if you really learn to keep track of your dreams and record them over a period of time, you may get a clue as to what these activities are. [...]

Now, I will close so you can go home and read the whole book all over again. [...]

[...] Her pendulum told her the illness was brought on by a case of nerves and panic over the forthcoming publication of her ESP book. [...]

The feeling of something hanging over, threatening or overhanging, on the upper half of the object, and dark. [...]

(“The feeling of something hanging over, threatening or overhanging, on the upper half of the object, and dark.” [...]

[...] Note also that the word Roofing is located on the upper half of the object; that is, high up on the object, as a roof would usually be over the head of an observer.

(Over the weekend I had devoted some time to trying to sort out the contradictory Frank Watts material given by FW in the first two sessions. [...]

(Jane had suspected the above would be Seth’s answer, and had told me so over the weekend. [...]

Do not be overly concerned at any time if I suggest something that you do not think practical, but do look into such matters thoroughly. [...]

He feels, actually, an overly severe sense of responsibility to support himself, and not be as his mother was, a financial burden. [...]

[...] For various reasons, not necessary in this discussion, the tendency was carried over with Ruburt’s first husband. [...]

[...] (Jane spent over a year in such a home while her mother was hospitalized for arthritis.)

(We’d achieved some good success with our mutual pendulum suggestions for Jane, twice daily, over the past several weeks. [...]

[...] When the session was over I was able to eat. [...]

[...] Let me think this over. [...]

[...] By then over half an hour had passed. [...]

Over the years he developed patterns of behavior to deal with threatful situations. [...]

[...] At the same time I was thinking over Seth’s material in this session so far. [...]