“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Jane was sitting as quietly as ever. [...]

[...] Jane resumed, sitting up again, at 10:00.)

[...] I wondered if Jane’s sitting on such desires, unexpressed, could have resulted in some of her fears of scorn and criticism, etc.

[...] These are the energies that allow you to sit as you do upright in the chair when you do not consciously know how your muscles hold you up; and when you begin to speak you do not know consciously with what word your sentence will end; nor do you consciously know how you speak nor indeed from where the thought comes. [...]

I can imagine a lovely scene where bodiless individuals, spiritual psychologists and I, sit in a dark room all dressed in gowns at another level of reality, and they ask me what is wrong with me and I say—I am obsessed. [...]

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

[...] Jane resumed while sitting down and with her eyes closed, and in an average voice, at 10:05.)

[...] “But right now I’m just waiting,” she said impatiently at 9:40 PM, after we’d been sitting since 9:25 or so. [...]

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

(Jane began speaking while sitting down and with her eyes closed, in a voice a bit deeper than usual and with pauses.)

[...] She began speaking while sitting down and with her eyes closed, and with a slow pace.)

[...] She began speaking in an average voice, with pauses and with her eyes closed, while sitting down.)

(Jane began speaking while sitting down, with her eyes starting to open almost at once. [...]

[...] [I don’t use the hypnosis any more for the dentist, by the way; perhaps a residue lingers, for as soon as I sit in Paul O’Neill’s chair I begin getting very relaxed and sleepy.]

[...] Jane began speaking while sitting on the divan once more, her eyes opening at times, her pace rapid.)

As you sit reading this book in your present moment of time, you are positioned in the center of a cosmic web of probabilities that is affected by your slightest mental or emotional act.

(“It would be really frustrating, waiting, except that everything seems so timeless,” Jane said as we continued to sit. [...]

Let him do his walking or whatever so that he is free to just sit and write before or afterward—you follow me. [...]

[...] By the time she called me to sit for it, it was 8:35—and her mood had changed. [...]

[...] Each Monday and Wednesday at 9:00 P.M., I sit in my favorite rocker. Rob sits across from me on the couch with his note pad and pen, ready to take notes. [...]

(Jane began speaking while sitting down, at an average pace and in an average voice; her pace soon began to speed up. [...]

[...] It is a low table; often a group of the children would be playing games on the table, and to do this they had to sit on the floor. [...]

[...] I realize that you can only do so much, Joseph, but on a particularly troublesome night, if you would sit up, talk with Ruburt for perhaps 10 or 15 minutes, you could both shorten troublesome episodes to a considerable degree. [...]