“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] After supper, sitting on the couch, she experienced what she called a “profound” relaxation—a term, she said, that she seldom used in relation to her condition. [...]

It was obvious in the bathroom that his legs, which had been stable for several days, and showing improvements, were now trembling and insecure, but he interpreted that bodily message with self-disapproval, at the end of the hallway he had to sit down. [...]

[...] You could perhaps at some time paint a portrait of a man who would like to sit within that landscape. [...]

[...] On another occasion, as you sit inside your house imagine that you are outside on the lawn or street. [...]

[...] Jane did not respond, sitting quietly, so after a short pause I said good night to Seth on the assumption that the session was over. [...]

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

[...] I lost my patience and my temper as I stood beside her, threatening to leave her sitting there all night while I went to bed. [...]

[...] One time in particular I recall when I gave some data about Bill’s ….(grandmother?) sitting around a table; seance style. [...]

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

[...] The problem is caused by sitting down so much — the pressure, and the heat and humidity. [...]

[...] The shock of seeing my son’s double was so great that instead of chasing him to question him, I had to sit down on a bench to recover. [...]

[...] You sit beside him or lie on the bed as you prefer—but verbally reassure him. [...]

(At 10:10 Jane said, “I’m just sitting here waiting. [...]

(To WL) Now I am sitting here for my portrait. [...]

[...] And each of you in class have put up paper people that sit in front of you, and you hope that the others relate to these paper people. [...]

[...] Some of you may be sitting at a table. [...]

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

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

[...] Sitting on the stool, he could apply hot water on the knees while letting them drop down. [...]

[...] Our seed, however, who does not have this fine intellect that sits so nicely beneath your hair and within your skull, our seed without the intellect, rests joyfully within the earth knowing it is in the midst of creativity and that from within it, again, another flower will spring. [...]