“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I am up above, looking down at a room in which four people sit at a table. [...]

[...] I am up above, looking down at a room in which four people sit at a table. [...]

(“Jesus, I ought to go in trance more often,” Jane laughed after she’d ended the session at 10:20 P.M. “I wasn’t aware of how I was sitting or anything. [...]

(Once again the session was held in our back room, and Jane spoke sitting down and with her eyes closed. [...]

[...] Jane began speaking while sitting down, in an average voice and at a good pace from the beginning. [...]

[...] And so the entire country — indeed, the whole world — waits to see what will happen at Three Mile Island,² a place not far at all south of where I comfortably sit writing these notes.

(Jane suggested that I sit in on and record this session for the regularly-scheduled ESP class she held on Thursday evening, February 8, 1968. [...]

[...] I’m sitting here talking and I can feel it in my toes.”

[...] Jane began speaking while sitting down and with her eyes closed, but they soon began to open for brief intervals. [...]

[...] Its location, in one corner of the place, is unique; it sits on a raised platform perhaps two feet higher than the other tables; the dance band is on the left, the fireplace on the right, with an excellent view of the dance floor in between. [...]

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

(Jane, now sitting upright, smiled. [...]

Now I remember that spring, recall sitting at my desk writing poetry, caught up in a feeling that nature was betraying us all with its promise of hope and renewal. [...]

[...] I was then surprised to see her sit quietly, finally close her eyes, and go back into her full state. [...]

[...] What has happened to my lovely wife, I wondered, sitting beside her on the couch as we ate supper of bacon and waffles? [...]

[...] On the other hand, sitting with my clothes stuck to my body, I had to place a cardboard under my right hand in order to avoid soaking my notepaper.

[...] You were sitting down. [...]

[...] I said I thought it better that she did follow the impulse, though, since anything, any action, was probably better than sitting immobile.

[...] I became very uneasy at her struggling to get up on the high stool she needed to sit on at the kitchen sink. Like the sink, the stove was too high for her to reach while sitting in her chair, and, because she had to stretch across hot burners, too awkward and possibly dangerous for her to operate from the stool. [...]

Within a few days, after I’d taken certain measurements from Jane while she was sitting down, our friend Floyd Waterman [who is a contractor] helped me cut down an old-fashioned straight chair and equip it with small wheels. [...] There was only one small problem: She couldn’t tolerate sitting on the bare wooden seat for more than a few minutes at a time. [...]

[...] As I finish, I realize how much physical activity and energy is required for even that seemingly sedentary task, for I’ve been uncomfortable, sitting, switching my weight, body soreish, eyes not seeing properly and so forth…. But in some newish way I seemed to understand how much seemingly mental work is dependent upon physical vigor, flexibility and so forth; and then rather strongly—emotionally it came to me that I’d thought it my duty to clamp down physically, to cut down mobility in order to … have mobility as a writer; that is, to sit down, cut down on impulses, distractions, to make sure I’d ‘do my work,’ pursue my goal undeviatingly; that new [book] contracts instantly led me to that kind of behavior and that I really see that such behavior carried to its extremes would end up smothering my writing, defeating the purposes it (seemingly) meant to protect. [...]

[...] We opened this session by sitting at the board as usual, without asking questions. [...]

(“Credit my subconscious then, for I didn’t sit down and figure it out.”)

[...] The tree that lost the branch stands perhaps thirty feet away on my right; actually it sits on a neighbor’s property. [...]

(I began work, sitting with my back to the tree so that I did not see the actual fall. [...]

[...] If you can sit quietly and realize that your body parts are replacing themselves constantly — if you turn your conscious mind into the consideration of such activity — then you can realize your own state of grace. [...]

For an exercise, sit with your eyes wide open, looking about you, and realize that this moment represents the point of your power, through which you can affect both past and future events.