“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He was pleased with the raise on a conscious level, but felt it blood money.

[...] Seth had considered all the questions I’d raised before the session.)

It served a purpose, showing him what his body was capable of, and raises the question of why he was not using it. [...]

[...] She raised a hand in dismay. [...]

[...] Although my father’s “sole intent” was the very challenging one of raising a family in this reality, still he may have often exchanged ideas about automobiles, motorcycles, welding torches, cameras, and so forth, with that other inventor-self.

The building was raised up from the ground in a manner different from the usual. [...]

[...] As usual Jane sat quietly with her hands raised to her closed eyes. [...]

[...] Jane sat with her right hand raised to her closed eyes, speaking at a somewhat slower rate, with many short pauses. [...]

[...] Her head was down and she sat with a hand raised to it. [...]

(Several times during the evening Carl and I had to use considerable pressure to get the raised third leg of the table back down to the floor. [...]

[...] She caught the father “running around,” Jerry said, and raised hell. [...]

[...] [Indeed, these animals are so sensitive to disease of any kind that they must be raised under sterile conditions.] Jane was very upset by the article and mentioned it to me several times.¹

[...] I see houses and a couple of shops, then a narrow cobbled walk raised up high—it was a partly dirt road built up of rocks and stones that ran around an inlet from the sea. [...]

[...] As usual Jane sat quietly with her head down and her hands raised to her closed eyes. [...]

[...] This rather pleasant and definite feeling had good duration; at one time I felt as though I was turned to lie upon my right side, so that my left side was raised up. [...]

[...] They will ask questions on their own parts that need to be raised, not only for themselves but for the society at large.

[...] He was operating to a large degree according to the code long set down by his grandfather: be quiet, do not argue, be aloof, and above all never raise your voice.

[...] The best I can do is to point out areas that have been relatively invisible, to help you explore, actually, different facets of your own consciousness … I am well aware that the book raises many more questions than it presents answers for, and this has been my intent….”

[...] Jane’s books are records of her use of certain abilities that we think are very creative; the questions she raises present us with larger fields to investigate. [...]

[...] Such a son or daughter might be born, for instance, through a woman who wanted to experience childbirth but who did not necessarily want to encounter the years of child-raising, for her own reasons.

[...] To top off our activities of the moment, we’re having the front porch of the hill house rebuilt — with a new raised floor and screening all around, so that Jane can write there in the summertime. [...]

[...] As usual Jane sat quietly with her hands raised to her closed eyes. [...]

[...] Jane sat with both hands raised to her closed eyes. [...]