“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I feel caught between relaxation — want to lie down — and ambition, that if I just sit here the book will somehow clearly burst out in one way or another. [...]

“We began by sitting at a small table in our living room. [...]

[...] Sitting quietly in the dim light, staring at the ring, I realized that the unwary observer might not have too much trouble seeing whatever he wanted to see.

(It might be added that the house sits on the hillside on one side of the main highway leading west out of Elmira. [...]

(Jane then began to abruptly dictate again, sitting across from me.)

(As usual we began by sitting silently at the board.

[...] These senses are not magical, they certainly are not religious in any sense of the word, and I am not some degenerating secondary personality of Ruburt’s. Nor will I be compared with some long-bearded, beady-eyed spirit sitting on cloud nine.

[...] Jane and I took our drive three weeks ago, on April 7. The town of Sayre is only 18 miles from Elmira, N.Y., where we live now, and it sits in the beautiful Pennsylvania hills between two smaller communities — Athens to the south, and Waverly to the north in New York State. [...]

The place in question is located within a few blocks of the neighborhood to which my family moved in 1931, as described in Note 1. Since it sits on one of the main streets of Sayre, at a busy corner, I know that I must have passed by it many times in subsequent years; yet I’d never noticed the house as an individual entity until Jane and I walked up to its front door with the Johnsons. [...]

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

He is sitting down with his eyes closed. [...]

(She told me that a couple of times today she’d had the impulse to sit up on the edge of the bed again. [...]

[...] Traveling can be external, but you can travel around the world and go nowhere and you can sit in your chair and travel beyond the universe, so do not be taken in by conventional habits of thought regardless of which conventions the patterns follow. [...]

(Here Jane was sitting very relaxed in her rocker, leaning back with eyes closed, quite limp, voice slowing after a very fast delivery, above. [...]

[...] It was still sitting on our kitchen counter when Ellspeth and Heinz carried their cheesecake in. [...]

[...] (Sitting up as she spoke, Jane began to take off her sweater and shoes.) The painting exists and in one reality you have already completed it. [...]

[...] [See Note 1 for Session 901.] A few nights before that, Jane had awakened and turned on her table light, sitting up in bed to have a cigarette as she sometimes does. [...]

[...] She now sits down much more easily than in the past, with more ease even than she did last week. [...]

[...] The subject sits mute and quite rigid in his wheelchair. [...]

[...] It gave you inner warning to prepare for last Sunday’s very real occurrence, in which you did indeed to some extent sit in judgement. [...]

[...] As it was, she remained seated at the table, sitting with her eyes closed and her glasses off. [...]

[...] Pretend with me that you sit here in a physical reality in one tiny unspeakably and unutterably small dot upon the physical planet called Earth. Pretend with me that you are presently sitting in a room in a town called Elmira, in a state called New York, that you are seated in a circle and that you are listening to me speak, and pretend with me that at the same time you are in a circle about me in another space and another time. [...]

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

(At the same time Jane did something she has seldom done since she began speaking while sitting down. [...]

[...] 22, while Jane and I were sitting in a drafty bar with her father, in Saratoga Springs, NY, while on our way home. [...]

[...] But when I looked outside, I saw a rundown row of apartments next door, and in the first doorway stood a young mother in ragged clothing, with several ragged children sitting on the steps, staring at me. [...]

[...] He has thought of returning to his habit of sitting on the floor. [...]