“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I’d be sitting in my chair and taking a nap during part of the game anyhow.)

(We began, as usual, by sitting at the board. [...]

(This morning at breakfast I announced suddenly, to Jane’s surprise and my own, that light was a mental enzyme … We started tonight’s session sitting at the board as usual, without asking questions.)

[...] I didn’t sit down and figure it out. [...]

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

[...] Jane says this is a clear-enough reference to a remark Dick made when the group of three was sitting in the yard with their drinks, on the evening Jane wrote the poem used as object. [...]

[...] They were sitting no more than 30 feet away; our bedroom being at the back of our apartment, on the second floor.

[...] Earlier today I’d suggested that she visualize herself sitting at her desk in the breezeway, writing—and without giving a thought as to how she got there. [...]

He receives new indications of his improvements each day, so it is vital that he remember that the improvements are leading him toward sitting up, standing, and walking. [...]

(Long pause.) When you are dreaming you cannot pinpoint your dream location in the same way that you can determine, say, the chair or the bureau that may sit on the floor by the bed in which you dream. [...]

[...] He gets up easier, as well as sitting down easier—something he neglected to mention; nor did you observe this.

[...] Jane also wanted Seth to comment on her “relaxations” during the day: She sleeps practically all day while sitting in her chair. [...]

[...] “Look, come in here and sit down and let me get you a coat. [...]

[...] He could have wanted to sit down from sheer physical exhaustion, yet I think more was involved. [...]

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

(Jane took a long pause at 10:14, sitting quite still and with her eyes closed.)

(We began as usual by sitting at the board without speaking.

The ego must sit lightly, otherwise it can smother the talent that lies beneath. [...]

(Sitting at the board, we said good night with the pointer. [...]

[...] Anymore than my reality is no more than it appears to you in this room, for your reality is far more than it seems to be to you as you sit within this room. [...]

[...] What you are going to see need not be the physical room in which you sit. [...]

Now as you sit before me, and I have said this before, you imagine yourselves to be particular people upon this earth at this particular time and at this particular address and cut off from any deeper reality that you have and yet, in your inner awareness, you realize that you are more than you know. [...]

[...] The chair upon which you sit this evening is not the same chair, physically speaking, that it was last evening.

[...] Jane was still sitting down as she spoke, facing me across our living room table.)

[...] She spoke while sitting down and with her eyes closed, in a voice strong enough to penetrate the background noise, and at a good rate with very few pauses. As she has done often lately, she spoke a good deal of the time while sitting forward in her rocker, her elbows resting on her knees, her head tipped down to some degree.)

The man and the woman in the York Beach dancing establishment, sitting across the floor alone at a table. [...]

[...] In a York Beach joint, I immediately noticed a couple sitting across the room from us. [...]

[...] The Nuclear Regulatory Commission has rejected the idea of a sealed-up radioactive power plant sitting on its island in the Susquehanna River; the danger of eventual uncontrolled contamination, including seepage into the river, is too great.²

[...] When she began writing Magical Approach, she even surprised me by occasionally helping me get breakfast, cooking bacon and eggs at the hot plate I’d set up for her some seven months ago on the kitchen table.⁴ Although she could work at the table while sitting down, she’d given up those simple, nurturing acts of food preparation many weeks ago; her fingers weren’t working well enough, she told me at the time; she didn’t trust herself enough to handle hot food—and I admit that when she implied a risk, the chance of an accident, I stopped encouraging her to help me with meals.

We have an excellent stone fireplace in the living room of the hill house, and often during the winter months I used to build a fire in it at suppertime; we ate while sitting on the couch. [...]

[...] / My muscles unravel /
which have been / folded tight, / saved for future use, /
and I sit up now / running brittle fingers /
through my sun-dried hair. [...]

[...] I cannot, obviously, give you all the material you might like at one sitting, and indeed, again, it is the fact of the sessions themselves that will also serve as a healing process. [...]

[...] As before now Jane began to sit quietly, hands again folded in her lap; her mouth and lips began to work again, and finally the high thin voice emerged once more. [...]

[...] But somehow in my mind at least, not recording that session added to it’s magical quality … the spontaneous psychological or psychic transformation came and went … We were sitting at the living-room table with the lamplight clear on my face; Gramacy could follow Seth’s psychological passage; see my features change, taking on ever so subtly those other contours. [...]