“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“and an occurrence that was not repeated.” The sheriff told us the bureau was flooded by mail requests for plates and was very much behind; indeed they had just begun filling mail orders a day or so before our visit. The sheriff advised us to return a few days later if we did not receive our plates. Although we didn’t receive the plates by the day he mentioned, we did not return to the bureau as he said to do, but chose to wait a little longer; the plates arrived the next week.

(The 31st envelope experiment was held during the session. The test object is a leaflet concerning highway signs to be used in case of an atomic attack. Jane and I picked it up at our local Bureau of Motor Vehicles the second week in January, when we went there to inquire about the delay in receiving my new license plates. I had ordered them December 3,1965; as will be seen this date plays a part in the test results.

(“Some connection with a magistrate of some sort.” When Jane and I went to the Elmira Bureau of Motor Vehicles to inquire as to why I hadn’t received the license plates I had ordered several weeks prior to mid-January, we found the office very crowded. We stood in line for perhaps fifteen minutes. Then a man I thought to be a policeman entered. I succeeded in talking to him, and saw by his shoulder patch that he was a sheriff.

(“The numbers three and twelve.” I had ordered my 1966 license plates by mail, on December (twelve) 3rd (three), and had the money order stub with me in case it was necessary to show a record of payment.

[...] He did not specify anything in particular, and so left open the doorway so that his creative intelligence could choose unimpeded by too much conscious coloring—hence his first excellent attempt at holding a plate and feeding himself, even if the plate was a paper one. [...]

(At noon Georgia brought in a heaping plate of lasagna, salad and chicken wings, which I hardly ate in all the excitement. [...]

[...] When the lunch tray came, along with the cold ham plate Georgia had ordered for me, I wasn’t hungry. [...]

[...] I saw fairly clearly a four-column layout set in type; at the top was a plate for printing a photograph, with headline lettering on either side of the photo. [...] My impression was of the metal printing plate, not the final printed ad. [...]

[...] Bill said the material for the ad, [the plates], was protected by two layers of heavy cardboard.

[...] Such as, for example, a small license plate, that would carry numbers and notations, and be metallic and connected with travel. [...]

[...] Such as, for example, a small license plate, that would carry numbers and notations, and be metallic and connected with travel. [...]

[...] Another reference to a license plate. [...]

[...] Carla saved me a plate of food from the party, and I brought it home for supper. [...]

[...] I’d saved a plate of food from lunch for this, in case the supper tray didn’t show up in time. [...]

(Georgia said she’d order me a cold ham plate, and Jane and I made arrangements that I’d get there at noon — earlier wasn’t necessary, she said. [...]

[...] At her suggestion, she tried eating same from a paper plate on her belly. [...]

[...] She fell upon the kitchen floor and broke a plate.

[...] For comic books, I had drawn only the black plate. The printer had furnished the color plates.

(I hadn’t had time to buy Jane’s birthday presents, although we both know what she wants—hot plate for the kitchen, and a summer bed spread. [...]

[...] I looked up the rather empty and depressing street a few doors to an evidently empty storefront with big gray-colored plate glass windows. [...]

[...] He suffered from the attacks of “magicians” who were stealing his energy: “Plates” of energy were being stripped away from his chest in layers, until he feared his inner self would be exposed. [...]

[...] From this room a large plate glass window looks down on West Water Street, and Tom is in the habit of watching the busy activities on the main street below. [...]

[...] We stood near the large plate-glass windows at the front of the store—quite exposed for all to see, in other words, including those eating at nearby tables, yet no one seemed to be paying any attention to us…. [...]

[...] (Ed was the name of BT’s first husband, she told Jane over the phone.) A middle name beginning with B, or his nickname with a B who worked in a building that from the outside looks like a large (pause), building almost entirely of unbroken plate glass windows on the ground floor, such as those that cars might be displayed in. [...]

(I also think Prentice-Hall will go through the formality of protesting the cuts to the foreign publishers, without exacting much of any retribution, especially with all that money invested in plates. [...]

[...] She fell to the floor, breaking a plate as she did so.

[...] I developed the habit as a teenager, reading signs and automobile license plates aloud and backward when my father would take my mother, my two younger brothers, and myself for Sunday rides in his 1932 Chevrolet. [...]