“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He is a computer service technician whom Jane and I had met but two or three times some months ago, before the sessions began. [...] He is also a ham radio operator and a science-fiction fan; thus the three of us got along well from the beginning, when we met Jim as he called to service our TV. [...]

[...] I was drafted into the Air Force in 1942, during World War II, and repaid the loan over my three years of service.

[...] I will cut one of our sessions next week very short, to make up for this one, but I do not believe that even now you realize the service that I am trying to do you both, and myself.

[...] I spent one day in Boston about 23 years ago while in the service, on my way to an airfield in Maine by train.

[...] The garage that services it said it was unsafe to be used outside the city limits, for fear of breakdown, etc.

(Our scheduled meeting with Kim Evans, director of social services at the Chemung County Infirmary, and Connie Lido, head nurse there, took place at about 1:40 This afternoon. [...]

Now: There are several very definite stages of sleep, and they all perform various services for the personality. [...]

[...] This noon she’d made a very revealing remark, to the effect that her being out of condition was of service to me, also. [...]

[...] Frank thinks the clinic in Sayre could offer more services at once. [...]

[...] Now I did not intend a question and answer service this evening, but I seem to be involved in one. [...]

Now I did not intend a question-and-answer service this evening, but I seem to be involved in one. [...]

[...] Dream periods provide that service, of course, so that in dreams the two egos can meet and merge to some extent, comparing notes like strangers who perhaps meet on a train at night, and are amazed to discover, after some conversation, that they are indeed close relatives, each embarked upon the same journey though seemingly they travelled alone.

[...] This could also refer to the letters the stamps once serviced.

[...] On some occasions company can provide the same service. [...]

The man who was bothered by epilepsy did Ruburt a service and Ruburt definitely helped him; but there in dramatic fashion Ruburt saw how beliefs operated, and through helping the individual also saw the best ways he could help himself and others as well. [...]

[...] She didn’t think it was very good: “The psyche turns itself to atone, and in the earth’s service is it pressed.” [...]

Now a small note: Your poor, misguided, unjolly bachelor friend downstairs did you a service many times, in complementing your wife when you were unable to do so, in giving her a sense or a glimmer of female pride or appreciation when you were unable to communicate, and you knew this.

[...] Neither of you do yourselves service by worrying about Ruburt’s condition, worrying that it might worsen in the future, or in your old ages, or by stressing its negative aspects. [...]

[...] Jane noticed its color—this was not the dress blues uniform—and questioned me as to the soldier’s branch of service, etc. [...]

[...] She had our Marine friend in mind during the test, and he was engaged to be married at the time he went into the service. [...]

Peter and Polly would be on the road, it seemed, unreachable by phone, though they had included the number of their answering service, and had also written that they would call before leaving—yet no such call had been received.

[...] You would each do it a great service if you would simply leave it alone, stop negative projections upon it, if you cannot manage to send it positive help through being willing to change your beliefs about it.