“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] We thought that the two houses were already involved in a remarkable-enough series of “coincidences.”

[...] Time one is available to him, though not necessarily as a series of moments, one after another. [...]

[...] This is an error that is precisely due to that which Priestley himself abhors: distortions in thought caused by reliance upon the concept of time as a series of moments.

[...] She thought she might have a total figure in her notes, taken for the series of articles she is to write for the local paper, but a check of the notes yielded no clues here. [...]

[...] He may be able to take you there in a projection, and from that point you should be able to look into your own system, and in a series of flashes see your life and Ruburt’s with greater clarity.”

[...] I won’t take the space to describe the series of mistaken efforts I went through in producing the work, except to say that finally I came to the rather simple conscious understanding that I was trying to paint a probable Jane. [...]

[...] I later mentioned this dream in my first book in the field, How To Develop Your ESP Power. Even then, I had no idea that it would be only one of a series of psychic events involving Miss Cunningham, nor did I see its true significance in my own development.

[...] (One of our cats nearly killed a young robin today, and Jane is trying to nurse it back to health.) The episode however was one of a series of interruptions of your private hours, and I do seriously recommend that you be allowed your work period without disturbance.

[...] The only thing close to red on the object is the 4¢ postage stamp, current series, bearing Lincoln’s bust. [...]

[...] Jim felt more comfortable now, his chills had abated; my hand was okay; and Bill had a list of perhaps two dozen instances wherein he had known beforehand what series of words Jane would use to present certain thoughts. [...]

[...] Then I experience a series of steps in thinking — not all of them good, I’m afraid — and I’d like to mention each one in turn.

Logic builds its monuments step by step, one thought before the other in a series where each thought or deduction is dependent upon the thought before. [...]

[...] Nor can we check with Miss Callahan, who has suffered a considerable loss of memory as a result of a series of strokes since 1964.

You are also somewhat idealizing the past, however, so you did not simply get the information “straight on,” but you received it in such a fashion that it made its own psychological points also, and was furthermore wound into other action not only within that dream, but in a series of dreams.

(Jane meant, of course, a CT or computerized tomography scanner, a modern X-ray machine that shows the interior of the body in a series of brilliant cross-sectional images.)

[...] Royalties, prime-time TV series, movies, TV specials—there was no area in which the family wasn’t making incredible amounts of money. [...]

[...] Ruburt objected enough to refuse to do a series like the Cayce books, but tried to compromise with the Dream/Seth book, which also involved him with the typing of records. [...]

[...] Seth-Jane was certainly busy on all of those Monday and Saturday nights, though, and came through with another separate series of sessions after I inserted the 806th session into Mass Events — 17 of them this time, as compared to the 10 sessions delivered before the 806th was held. [...]

(During our first test on Saturday, November 28,1964 at 8:10 PM, I told Jane that I would think of a series of random numbers. [...]

[...] In addition, in her recurring dream Jane kept recreating a series of games at the playground, in a section where there were none. [...]

[...] Mother and child were supported by welfare, and assisted over the years by a series of itinerant housekeepers—a number of these were prostitutes who, according to Jane, were periodically thrown out of “work” when town officials would shut down the “houses,” try to clean up gambling, and so forth. [...]

[...] The road to truth is no road, it is a series of steps within yourselves; ever miraculous and ever new. [...]