“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Once again she dictated while sitting down, and with her eyes closed. [...]

[...] She spoke while sitting down and with her eyes closed, in a quiet voice, and with pauses. [...]

[...] Jane spoke while sitting down, and at a rapid rate for the most part. [...]

[...] Later Jane was to say she was seeing this within, while yet being aware of still sitting in her chair.) Then the street curves again to the left, and beneath it are rocks—that is, a rocky ledge down to the sea, I believe.

As Seth suggests, through even a five-minute exercise, in which we sit quietly and look about, we can become aware that the present is the point of power. [...]

[...] She didn’t particularly feel like one tonight, either, but she decided to have it rather than “sit around all night.” [...]

[...] Jane began speaking a little ahead of time, while sitting on the couch once more. [...]

[...] It sits on the window sill, so to speak, between you and the exterior world. [...]

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

[...] She looked wet-eyed, bleary, half-asleep, sitting on the couch. [...]

I sit in a swivel chair
with smooth ball bearings.
Without warning, I turn myself
around in a complete circle,
but nothing disturbs
my world vision,
and objects appear on all sides
with sweet precision,
as if a projector in my head
sends out invisible rays that turn
into images, so I
always seem inside
dimensions of depth
and weight.

[...] I saw the last few minutes of the program: At a large open-air site, a medium, evidently speaking for “a great council” sitting on one of the outer planets like Saturn or Uranus, was delivering a ringing, generalized message to us earthlings. [...]

(During the night Jane has also more or less settled into a routine of laying down for a couple of hours, then sitting in her chair for an equal time, and even sleeping in it, then going back to bed. [...]

[...] The fine and terrible weapon of the intellect should, indeed, terrify even the gods, for there it sits atop of your heads so sure of its function and its worth and its permanence, and its knowledge and it judges everything according to those rules which it has itself established. [...]

[...] Jane began speaking in trance while sitting on the divan. [...]

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

[...] Jane spoke while sitting down. [...]

[...] As always, I thought she seemed transported as she sang so beautifully, sitting in her rocker with her head tipped back and her eyes closed. [...]

[...] It’s funny, but as I sit here waiting I feel a great sense of color and expectation. [...]

[...] Even though I sit quietly, in my mind I will act as if the belief I want were mine completely.