“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“Poppa Joe. Maybe one of the kid’s relatives, or one of the kids.” Pause. “Something about a ring, and Bill. I don’t recall if he wears rings; but if not then the ring finger would be hurt, particularly. But I have a picture of a ring, something like the one you wear. Maybe it’s the other guy’s.”

(Jane referred to my old high-school ring, which I still wear.

(I asked Jane to lay her wedding ring on the table. The three of us joined hands around the ring. Sitting quietly in the dim light, staring at the ring, I soon realized that with a nudge or two from the imagination the unwary observer might not have too much trouble seeing what he wanted to.

(I now asked Jane to place the ring in the upturned palm of her left hand. [...] Nothing happened as we stared at the ring. [...]

(A tiny point of light grew on the edge of the ring. [...]

[...] Your thoughts buzz about like a bee (rings bell). Now you may take a rest and then I shall call the class to order (ringing bell), and my kind of order... [...]

Now I ring the bell—and I will clear up a slight issue that has come to my attention. [...]

I will ring my bell and awaken our friend and if you can hear it, then I can hear it and I will return if you promise to give Ruburt no more rumolade in candies. [...]

[...] And let it above all, also arouse questions as it has with you (Arnold) and with you (Tom D.) but realize again that this vitality that rings through this voice rings through your own identity and yours. [...]

[...] After I had remarked that perhaps Seth could try to move Jane’s ring, which lay on the table.)

I’ll try the ring.

[...] While we were talking about the ring.)

[...] Our telephone began to ring. [...] I disliked interrupting the session so I let it ring — feeling uneasy all the while. [...]

(The telephone began to ring while I was writing. [...] Feeling some irritation, I let it ring until it stopped.)

[...] At the same time she was waiting for the phone to ring. When it did ring a few minutes later she called to me to answer it. It stopped ringing however after three times, long before I could get over to answer it.

[...] Jane told me later that after I left she began to get very strong feelings that the phone was going to ring, with some exceptionally good news for us. [...]

[...] Perhaps the ring came from a shop somewhere about this location, or events began here at this affair which would end up with the giving of the ring. [...]

For our object, a ring. [...]

In connection with the ring, I pick up an impression of a past event, a gathering in good weather, perhaps summertime, of youngish men and women. [...]

The object for tonight is some kind of ring, or perhaps two rings intertwined. Not the type of ring worn on a finger, but larger. Perhaps the size of very large ring earrings, though the object is not an earring. Two rings are connected in some way. I do not believe that the rings themselves are larger than a pencil—thicker, that is, but the circles inside are large. [...]

[...] On a nighttime street in a city, maybe New York, a shot rings out. [...]

[...] And when you sleep, your vitality will still ring as my voice rings, though you may not hear the peal. [...]

[...] Peace rings with the vitality of the universe. [...]

[...] It rings and sings through the universe and through your entire personality. [...]

(“Something small and round, like a ring, or small circular shape.” The beer can cap used as object is small and round, like a ring. Jane pointed out also that the word “Ring” appears twice in blind emboss on top of Draft Beer cans, one of which furnished the cap. [...]

[...] Something small and round, like a ring, or small circular shape. [...]

[...] Jane said this was a reference to the position of the cap-ring against my note, while the two items were sealed between the two Bristol stiffeners and in the double envelopes. [...]

[...] And as my friends know that I will, I will tell you that all vitality rings... and it rings through this frame and it rings through your own frame... [...]

[...] And as my friends know that I will, I will tell you that all vitality rings...and it rings through this frame and it rings through your own frame—and it is lighthearted; and it is joyful; and it knows not sobriety; as you know, it is a lighthearted thing. [...]

[...] It rings and sings through the universe, and through your entire personality. [...]

[...] On the cloth we lay Jane’s wedding ring. It was very dimly visible; we sat opposite each other, hands flat upon the cloth and sometimes touching, with the ring always visible between our hands. [...] After a while we substituted for the ring a Spanish-American military insignia, of brass, that Jane’s grandfather had secured from his brother. [...]

[...] The cobbler used to ring the bells. [...]

(“Seth, Jane’s ring lies on the table beside us. [...]

(We watched the ring intently from 10:30 to 10:34. [...]

[...] The stranger lives on the island and he wears a ring. [...]

[...] It is ringed in by trees and the historical and psychic connections there are not good, having to do with sacrifices. [...]