“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I didn’t like this, and tried to change it to a rose! [...]

[...] Again Jane had been coughing all day, but when she rose to begin the session the coughing virtually disappeared. [...]

[...] He had been sleeping on the couch but as Jane rose to begin Willy leaped down to the floor. [...]

[...] How strange, I’ve found myself thinking, that Joe, say, doesn’t see our environment in artistic terms, since what I see is so plain to me. But then, I tell myself, Joe has a method of cognition that’s quite natural to him. If he loves flowers, for instance, he may enjoy more of a sheer emotional reaction through the appreciation of a rose than I can.

the puddle rose up, thickened

[...] Promptly at 9 PM Jane rose to her feet and began dictating in a voice that was quite firm and clear, and somewhat stronger than her normal one.)

[...] Then they moved of own accord sideways, followed by sensation that they rose, but do not think they actually did. [...]

[...] After Seth spelled out his greeting, Jane rose and began to dictate. [...]

[...] Religion has been the cause of much prejudice and cruelty, but the bomb over Hiroshima was not caused by the Catholic Saint Theresa showering down any roses. [...]

[...] Here Jane gestured positively that something rose on the object at perhaps a 30-degree angle, perhaps less. [...]

(Now Jane rose and began to pace about once again.)

“Somehow, without being able to see them, I knew that stone or clay steps rose up the back of the tower, clear to the top where the soldier posed. [...]

I saw myself stretched out among the stars.
My skin, an open mesh,
Was hung with seeds and moons and fish.
Birds flew through my flesh
Which rose in continental mass
From seas of space. [...]

The glass which I have given as the object has a connection with roses. [...]

[...] These were actual, felt episodes during which I rose above those frustrations mentioned earlier. [...]

[...] Without pausing, her eyes open and dark, Jane rose and went to the door and let the cat in. [...]

[...] It easily rose above the considerable traffic noise coming through our open living room window.)

And you knew it is what you are, and what you will be; and as the other developments in the sessions also rose out of what you are and what Ruburt is, so did this one. [...]

[...] By now, however, felt as if lightness rose through body, and this changed so that suddenly I felt as if lower part of body had dissolved completely, up to chest. [...]

[...] And my own doubts rose: if subconscious playacting were involved …