“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I was painting in the room next to the bedroom.

[...] Each of you take a hand at painting a combined world picture. [...]

[...] So she’s been working on her own James, writing poetry, painting, and helping me out with Seth’s Psyche by doing some of the work I usually do when he’s finished a book: typing sessions for the manuscript, checking my rough notes, rewriting some of them and making suggestions about others. [...]

Ruburt’s books, your paintings, follow the same overall format. [...]

It seemed to him that you were always going to leave your job one day and paint, but that day never came and the two of you were going to move one day, but that day never came, so he forced the one issue. [...]

[...] Your painting, Joseph, is beginning to show the results of greater psychic understanding, which will transpose itself into content and technique. [...]

[...] To convert to trailer living meant that we’d have to dispose of most of what we owned, including paintings and manuscripts, furniture, files, books, and many written records — something we probably couldn’t have brought ourselves to do. [...]

[...] You are an accomplished person in painting and in writing, and the characteristics that also give you those abilities merge together to form the framework of the sessions, and the excellent quality of the notes—in which, by the way, you communicate to others very clearly those ideas of excellence, and those visions, that sustain many readers.

(Sonja bought a painting from me on November 18, 1964, and is mentioned by Seth in the 108th session of that date. [...]

[...] Painting or furniture. [...]

[...] There is also a transforming process here much like the moment that we have spoken of in the creation of a painting.

[...] I think that his exacting mechanical abilities are reflected in Linden’s very realistic models, and are transmuted in the methods I use to solidly “construct” my paintings and to keep the records for the Seth material.

[...] Lorraine told us the walls of the apartment were painted yellow, and that the furniture was of the old-fashioned kind with large rose decorations.

The evening found you in a clash of ideas, as Bill painted the world through the most pessimistic of eyes. [...]

[...] Besides this, Rob was now working in the art department of a local greeting card company in the mornings, and painting in the afternoons. [...]

[...] Rob was painting in his studio at the time. [...]

Your original inspiration is captured in your painting. [...]

[...] We did not have as many guards at that time, but we had many stolen paintings and jewels of great merit. [...]

[...] I had been doing some painting when once again I seemed to see my brother Loren, as a monk in a previous life, wearing his old red robe, fall face down with outstretched arms upon the same dusty red road upon which I had seen him before. [...]

[...] Since I paint in the afternoons, and Jane works out at her job, by nine at night we have already put in a full day. [...]