“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Sit in a quiet room. [...]

[...] The plant sits on a taboret beside my drawing table. [...]

[...] When Jane began speaking for Seth while sitting down her eyes closed; she evidently is just now ending this phase, or at least modifying it.)

[...] Jane now resumed once again at a somewhat slower pace, sitting with a hand raised to her closed eyes. [...]

[...] As I sit at my drawing board at the office, perhaps a foot or eighteen inches from the begonia plant which served as a model for the envelope object, I am given my paycheck each Friday afternoon.

[...] “When I sit on the couch and relax after supper, I don’t want to do anything,” she said. [...]

[...] She didn’t know whether to sit upright or lean back: “It feels odd already, and I haven’t even started. [...]

[...] She’d alternated while sitting between perching upright and leaning back.)

[...] A “minor” operation could fix the leg well enough so she could sit up, he said, after Jane said she wanted to start sitting up.

[...] The negative part of Jeff’s information is that he said she couldn’t sit up until the leg was fixed to some degree, at least. [...]

[...] She began speaking in trance while sitting down, in an average voice and with many pauses. [...]

(Jane took a long pause, sitting quite still with her hands raised to her face.)

[...] She then tied this in with an unpleasant episode in the past where there was trouble with another sister-in-law, and this brother-in-law, and thought that the money would now make this sister-in-law sit up and wonder about her own actions in the past.)

that sit on branches,

I’d rather sit down

[...] With a last look at the two of them, sitting together on the edge of so much, I wake up fully and alert, sitting up in bed.

[...] ‘Did you ever go to York Beach, Maine?’ I sit down too.

At this point, I look up and see Seth sitting on some crates, very much heavier-looking than in the portrait Rob did of him — swarthier, in dark khaki clothes and boots.

[...] When we turn a corner there sits a huge Harley-Davidson motorcycle.

(Jane began speaking in trance while sitting down, her eyes closed. [...]

[...] As I sit here writing I feel it nibbling away—a bit of it in my back, on my cheeks, in my torso. [...]

[...] “I feel that impetus to sit up again, back in my spine,” she said a couple of times. This was news to me, since I didn’t remember her wanting to spontaneously sit up before. [...]

(Conducted as usual, with Jane and I sitting at the Ouija board.

[...] (Pause.) Sit quietly 3 minits, wait.

As we sit talking I notice some mail on a room divider, am surprised, and think that it must have come before Rob left for work, as it has been opened. [...]

Ruburt is delighted, as you are, with his ever-increasing mobility, yet he still wonders when all of this will be translated into practical activity—meaning he wonders when he will be able to sit up properly, and begin to walk. [...]

[...] He will then be able to sit up properly, and then to walk with greater and greater assurance and ease. [...]

[...] Jane had a tendency to stay put, as she described it; that is, if she was sitting down she did not want to move, etc. [...]

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

[...] You have been told that sitting down for hours is unhealthy, that stiffness results, and so forth. To some extent Ruburt believes it, and believes that the body must suffer if it sits for long periods, and so forth. The body is quite equipped on its own to remain flexible, and left alone will perform a variety of small motions while sitting, for example, to insure its flexibility. [...]

Then sit back against the couch. [...]

[...] Then sit against the couch and relax. [...]

Then be at rest and sit back against the couch. [...]

[...] You have been in this room for centuries and while you sit here civilizations have grown together and blown apart. [...] You have been here for centruies and as you sit here in fleshy images so has the flesh come and gone and so are you free of it and independent of it and not surprised by it or astonished. [...]

[...] Now who else do you know, except those two people (Jane and Rob), who would sit for one solid hour conversing in a language they do not understand? [...]

[...] Still sitting across the table from me, she remarked that if Seth had promised, earlier, to maintain the road to the house for us, she would have gone through with the deal. [...] Jane then resumed dictation at 10:56, sitting where she was.)

[...] 8/12, 8:12 PM, I made an attempt at contemplation while sitting up but did not achieve anything beyond a slight sensation in my left hand.

[...] She was now sitting across the table from me as she dictated. [...]