“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] (Long pause.) There were certain deep questions about life, certain pressing problems about man’s condition, with which you felt you had little experience, since your primary goals had been to examine life, to stand apart from it to study it, And therefore you both felt that you had few of the same concerns as those that led other people (quietly intent). [...]

[...] There was a chance that Peggy Gallagher would be present with a press camera, to take some pictures of Jane while she was in trance. [...]

[...] She pressed it against her forehead with both hands.)

(After the session Bill finished for Jane and me the “press-release” kind of account about his gallery that he’d worked on while we talked before the session. [...]

[...] Eleanor Friede, Jane’s editor at Delacorte Press, has done a fine job of supervising the illustration and production of a handsome little volume. [...]

[...] Delacorte Press published Emir just last month.

[...] In June, with no hard feelings involved on anybody’s part, Jane withdrew Emir from consideration at Prentice-Hall when the decision was made there to publish the story in two volumes; on July 12, Eleanor Friede at Delacorte Press accepted Emir for publication as a single book. [...]

[...] She sat with the wrist of her left hand pressed to the tabletop. [...]

[...] Then Jane called S. Schindler with that news; he in turn has “a list” of West Coast publishers he wants to try, evidently thinking the university press route won’t work.

[...] She pressed it to her forehead for a few sentences, then lowered it to her lap.)

[...] She pressed the envelope to her forehead in a vertical position.)

[...] Unless the hand itself presses upon a surface in some manner then you do not feel that you have touched it. [...]

And when you were discovered it was he, a first mate, who had you pressed into duty, and who belittled your efforts until finally he struck you; a fact, incidentally, which you were not willing to face in the dream.

[...] Without opening her eyes she took the envelope for our 51st experiment from me and pressed it to her forehead.)

[...] Unless the hand itself presses upon a surface, then you do not feel that you have touched it. [...]

[...] As we sat talking I told Jane that Seth had discussed some of the points mentioned in the envelope data, but that since he said good night I didn’t press for more information. [...]

[...] She pressed it to her forehead in a horizontal position with her right hand, her eyes closed. [...]

[...] Additionally, Jane could have chosen the present relationship to eventually help her temper her reception of and reaction to the Seth material, making her extra-cautious; this, even though she’d seen to it ahead of time that she would be born with that certain combination of fortitude and innocence necessary for her to press on with her chosen abilities. [...]

[...] Precisely at the point where he feels pressed enough to practically and symbolically invade your working studio with intimacy in mind, and spontaneous intimacy at that—that is the point that you quickly begin an emotional and physical retreat.

[...] As usual she took it without opening her eyes, but this evening she held it in her lap without pressing it to her forehead. [...]