“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Jane showed definite tendencies to go back into trance, notably a rolling up of the eyes, and I continually talked her out of it, made her tea, etc.

[...] It takes her a bit longer to leave such a state; her eyes roll up occasionally, etc.

[...] Not completely rolled up for example, but perhaps partially.

(By now Jane was moving into a more subdued form of that rolling, resonant delivery for Seth that she’d used in the last session.)

[...] He ended up laughing until the tears rolled down his cheeks, as the three of us went round and round the room with the table.

(All with a rolling intensity:) I must of necessity tell this story in serial terms, but the world and all of its creatures actually come together like some spontaneously composed, ever-playing musical composition in which the notes themselves are alive and play themselves, so that the musicians and the notes are one and the same, the purpose and the performance being one, with each note played continuing to strike all of its own probable versions, forming all of its own probable compositions while at the same time taking part in all of the themes, melodies, and notes of the other compositions—so that each note, striking, defines itself, and yet also exists by virtue of its position in the composition as a whole.

[...] Looking down upon this car, I saw a wiry youngish man in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled above his elbows; hurriedly, he was circling the car, going all around it and peering into the windows. [...]

[...] roll of them. [...]

(I gave Jan Stimson money for ice cream rolls for the staff’s Christmas party. [...]

[...] He shoved her out into the street and rolled her over and over on the stones and in the dirt; but she died.

I shivered, seeing the dress catch fire and watching once again as the cobbler rolled the girl out to the street, beating at the flames. [...]

[...] Framework 2 itself automatically adds its own magnification to them, so that once you get rolling, so to speak, the acceleration is spectacular, in whatever issue is involved.

I believe the feeling had to do with the fear there was an overreliance upon structure, in this case, that could impede the sense of motion; that a particular piece of fruit (pause), seemed so perfect in structure that it somehow seemed to be frozen within it, and could not roll. [...]

[...] After some coaxing on the back porch, I got Mitzi rolling around in the catnip on the towel, but only half succeeded in wrapping her up. [...]

[...] Her head rolled, her limbs seemed to behave on their own at times. [...]

[...] The words in paragraphs like the one above rolled out of her in a strong and almost grand manner. [...]

[...] In back of the house to the north and east, woods rolled up the gentle curve of the hill and over its top.

[...] The shirtsleeve white, rolled partially up. [...]

[...] The cobbler shoved her out in the street and rolled her over on the stones and in the dirt, but she died.

[...] Although situated on a hillside, the traffic noise seemed to roll up at us, and we used this as a reason for not buying the house. [...]

(The orange-yellow-sunny interpretation of this photograph is particularly intriguing to us because it was taken on an extremely bright day; we remember it well because some other pictures I took on this roll, of rocks and the sea, were overexposed because of brightness and reflections. [...]

[...] I jokingly answered that if Seth had done something about the traffic noise rolling up the mountainside, I would have gone through with the purchase. [...]