“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I believe he sent a message to one woman by a young man, and the message was not delivered. [...]

(Jerry had recently sent some of her elderly father’s clothes to be cleaned. [...]

[...] Word would be sent that he would travel to such and such a location, and stories planted there of his arrival, while instead he journeyed to an entirely different place.

[...] Some such individuals, model sons, for example, who seldom even spoke back to their parents, were suddenly sent to war and given carte blanche to release all such feelings in combat; and I am referring particularly to the last two wars (the war in Korea, 1950–53, and the war in Vietnam, 1964–73), not the Second World War.

[...] You have, however, already sent out an energized mental image of yourself into Street Three, and you cannot withdraw that energy.

(Recently Jane sent her dream book to Prentice-Hall. [...]

[...] The type of fragment your friend saw was of this type, but so disconnected from your friend, and so absentmindedly was it sent upon its travels, that its information was probably passed directly to the entity which your friend represents. [...]

[...] The three of us had made plans to try some telepathic communication at certain times, but not hearing from Bill had sent these plans awry. [...]

[...] He would quite literally do anything to retain your love—hence his feelings sometimes that you sent him out on this psychic pilgrimage. [...]

[...] The Jesuit sent the information he picked up from this woman telepathically, about the character and nature of Dr. Rhine and his foundation.

(By way of contrast, I want to add here that this week Jane has been notified by Prentice-Hall of their most enthusiastic reception of her children’s book, Emir. Not only that, it appears that Prentice-Hall may have found at the same time the ideal illustrator for the work; black-and-white copies of sample illustrations have been sent to Jane, done by the female artist, with Tam’s assurances that the color is brilliant.

[...] You sent the reassurance. [...]

[...] Usually I get excellent results with the pendulum; I learned now that the visual-interference effects had been caused by my unsuccessful attempts to perceive a thought-form sent out by a survival personality. [...]

[...] On this day Jane and I sent Linda a graduation present. [...]

[...] The sponsor had sent her one for 1976, also, in which a passage from Seth was given. [...]

([John:] “The report I sent in last week [to Searle.] What will be the effect of that?”)

[...] And the import of the dream was clear to him merely in the perception of that simple data, the black envelope, with the return name in the left hand corner, and though he does not recall it, his name on the envelope as the person to whom the communication was sent.

This evening for example, your after-dinner conversation aroused Ruburt’s own fears, sent him into an emotional state in which he accepted them, used them, exaggerated even his desperation, hoping to force an answer.

An honest, warm letter will be dictated by me (louder), to be sent out. [...]

Ruburt by all means should confine himself to using his best energy for his daily creative work, not draining it by worrying about material which he has sent out into what he considers the cold world.