“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

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

[...] I knew she’s not in favor of it, but as I said at the time, this seemed to mean that she was indulging the idea of spending the balance of her life sitting down —quite immobile for all practical purposes. [...]

[...] Once again, she’d been “so far out of it,” sitting on the couch and watching TV, that I’d given up on hearing Seth comment upon our latest ideas. [...]

[...] At the same time she sat quite upright in her chair, not leaning back, and I read this posture as a sign that she was still very uncomfortable sitting there. [...]

In 1964, though, when we wrote to Dr. Osis, the trance hadn’t achieved this depth, and I was just getting used to the idea of sitting down in sessions. [...]

[...] When it became apparent that most of the audience had dutifully gone under—sitting there and reminding me somehow of pigeons with wings neatly folded—I looked up cautiously to see what Dr. Instream was doing. [...]

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

(Jane resumed, once again sitting across from me at the table instead of in her rocker, at 10:30.)

[...] And there were no such sane rules as those in which you now sit, and there were no governments as secure in which you could reside as those you now enjoy.

[...] She finally decided to “just sit quietly for a minute.” [...]

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

[...] When she remained in trance while Dr. Instream was speaking she listened to him intently, sitting with her eyes closed and her head cocked forward. [...]

(She was indeed very relaxed, sitting as she was with her head bowed, leaning forward on the couch. [...]

[...] You sit within the miracle of yourselves and ask for signs. [...]

[...] Your identity obviously has some connection with your body, since you have no trouble distinguishing your body from someone else’s, and you certainly have no trouble distinguishing between your body and the chair, say, upon which you may sit.

[...] I speculated about whether her sitting on such desires, not daring to admit them, say, might have surfaced as fear of scorn and criticism, and so forth. [...]

[...] The supporting easel I’d made for her to use in reading, sits in the closet of 330. [...]

(Jane began sitting for the session at 9:30 PM, waiting to see what would develop. [...]

[...] (She can’t straighten out her legs.) I’d sit with her while she had “a few puffs” on a cigarette. [...]

(This evening [on April 16] Jane suggested that we sit at our living-room table while I read her morning’s dictation to her. [...]

[...] Finally, early in December 1981 I told Jane I was on the verge of refusing to sit with her for any sessions at all, regular or private, for I’d become deeply afraid that the more sessions she held the worse she’d get. [...]

[...] Do you want to sit in the rocker?

But when I read the session, I thought of Rob sitting there, listening to what I thought of as criticism, while his wife paced the room “telling him off” in another voice and supposedly for another, invisible personality. [...]

[...] A desk, and a chair by it, at which Dr. Instream sits. [...]

[...] In the photo I am sitting at a drawing table. [...]

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

[...] A table with a lamp sits beside it. [...]

[...] (Jane now lowered the envelope to her lap with her left hand, sitting however with her other hand still to her closed eyes.) Two horizontal lines, rather widely separated from each other.

(Jane always sits quietly for a few moments after leaving trance until she is fully oriented. [...]

He had removed it and let it sit off, then in a hurry later he noticed it and intended to put it in the cellar so it would not be lost. [...]

(In between these two sightings I saw a middle-aged man in rolled-up white shirt sleeves, sitting at a kitchen-type table and staring to my right. [...]

(Today I bought Jane a “water cushion” to aid in her sitting difficulties, but upon filling it after supper we didn’t think it would work. [...]

[...] In physical life the Brenner house sits where the court had existed. [...]

[...] Jane spoke while sitting down, with her eyes closed and in a rather rapid manner, throughout the session. [...]

[...] She resumed in this same voice, again while sitting down and with her eyes closed, at 10:02.)