“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The sessions themselves are like a vehicle that comes from beyond your time, yet you sit secure in your time—well strapped in, so to speak.

[...] Jane spoke while sitting down and with her eyes closed for the most part. [...]

[...] As usual Jane spoke in a quiet voice, sitting with her hands raised to her closed eyes. [...]

(“You are aware of the selves that sit in this room on a particular evening of a snowstorm, with certain members of the class present, certain members absent, and with some new people here. I am familiar with the inner portions of your selves that you also know, however, but that the egotistical self has hidden from you, and so I must think constantly to myself: ‘Oh, yes, our Lady of Venice [Seth’s affectionate term for a class member] thinks that she sits in this specific room at this specific hour, and is wearing a blue outfit.’

[...] Jane began speaking while sitting down. [...]

[...] He sits now (at 10:09) at a table like a card table, I believe alone, with a game of some sort before him, or at least with a board such as a checkerboard. (Pause.)

[...] Sitting across the table from me, Jane appeared ready to continue beyond closing time.

[...] Jane spoke while sitting down and with her eyes closed. [...]

(As she sits at her desk Jane looks out and down to the grass of the backyard below. [...]

[...] Jane sits at her desk facing the row of windows to the west; from there she has an excellent view of the backyard and the street beyond. [...]

Again, Ruburt’s body is indeed preparing itself so that he can sit and walk with some assurance and conviction. [...]

(Jane described a very vivid and even exhilarating dream she’d had last night, in which she’d been playing with her own collection of trinkets, sitting on the floor, and so forth. [...]

(Seth mentioned a boy who sat in a third or fourth seat in a specific row also given—had he said, for example, fifth or sixth this would have been wrong since Pat told us the students only sit four down.

[...] She told me that she’d had to counter negative suggestions given to her in hydro this morning by both Lottie and Georgia, relative to new bedsores breaking out beside the sits of old ones—in other words, she was always to have bedsores. [...]

[...] Sitting in her rocker, she began to rapidly pound her feet on the floor. [...]

(“I very vaguely feel him around,” Jane said at 9:30, after we’d been sitting for the session since 9:10. [...]

(“These must be hard for me to give, or something,” Jane said at 9:40, “or I wouldn’t be still sitting here waiting....” [...]

[...] Jane began speaking while sitting down and with her eyes closed. [...]

(Jane now paused for over a minute, sitting quietly with her eyes closed.)

[...] Connection with a woman sitting down.

(Earlier she’d told me that she was both disappointed and impatient with her progress since we’d started this group of sessions on October 9. She’d wanted her decubiti healed in a week, she said, and to be sitting on the edge of the bed by now. [...]

[...] I told Jane I wanted to copy off separately the paragraph I’d written on page 3 of yesterday’s session, about my efforts to visualize her at home doing various things while walking and sitting—not about how she got there. [...]

[...] Jane and he discussed some sort of chair in which she could sit up, and he mentioned a type of vehicle like a wheel-chair-lounge of some sort, that perhaps could be adjusted for her to use.

[...] It developed that she’s feeling more impatient, and really wants to be able to sit up — say in a lounge chair like the people from the infirmary mentioned. [...]

[...] Actually I did a lot of scribbled poetry notes sitting on the side of the bed with the windows open and the fan full blast, trying to take my mind off the nearly steady 90-degree or higher temperature. [...]

I suggest that if possible you sit tight here for six months—unless however something comes to you. [...]

[...] She was giving the session while sitting in her wheeled office chair. [...]

[...] “Yes,” she said, “I guess if no one had anything to say, we’d sit here like dummies.”

His subconscious will provide all the spontaneous ideas that he needs for his own work, but he cannot sit it in a corner, lecture it, and demand very definite specific tasks. [...]

[...] She was sitting down. [...]