“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Now you are a good matter-maker since you made the matter of the image that now sits before me. [...]

[...] All That Is resides as much in the poor suburbanite who mows his lawn and has his endless mortgage as it does in a guru who sits upon his mat. [...]

([Bette:] “Did you and I sit one time, a long time ago? [...]

[...] If Seth comes through with material for “Unknown” Reality, Tam will be the first “outsider” to sit in on a session for this work. [...]

[...] The experience of the guru⁵ who sits in opulence, bejeweled and begowned, has nothing to do with the peasant who works in the field and whose belly is empty. [...]

(Jane now took a very long pause, sitting motionless with her eyes closed.)

[...] In the opening notes for that session, I quoted her as writing on December 7: “I do feel a blockage of expression; my ass hurts typing—a sweet soreness of joints I sit on that brings tears briefly; yet it is a stretching sensation.” [...] She is still uncomfortable sitting—more so, even, and I fear that her flesh will break down from the constant pressure; I’ve seen what I interpret as signs of that happening.

[...] In blurred focus behind me an unknown teen-age girl sits on a swing that’s suspended from a tree limb, and an empty wicker stroller-type carriage [mine?] stands beside her. [...]

[...] She sits on the grass before some evergreen shrubs; she leans slightly back on her right hand, her bare legs rather primly folded. [...]

[...] I thought it was bothering Jane, since she seemed to be sitting in a rather tense position in her rocker. [...]

[...] Jane spoke while sitting down, in a quiet voice for the most part. [...]

[...] Is it the best web I can construct?” He certainly does not sit brooding and webless as he contemplates the errors he might make. [...]

[...] We were sitting at the living room table. [...]

[...] I tried to have him sit and write books, chained to his chair, don’t you see. [...]

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

[...] After sitting at my desk disconsolately for an hour, trying to get my mind on my book, I decided to take a nap. [...]

With no transition at all, I sprang up to a sitting position in bed. [...]

[...] Rob told me about the heavy masculine voice with its astonishing volume, and all around me I felt this high energy and great humor as if an invisible Seth were sitting there, smiling, ready to start a friendly chat.

[...] She began speaking while sitting down and with her eyes closed, but halfway to first break her eyes began to open occasionally. [...]

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

[...] I am sitting in the bathroom when I realize this. [...]

(Naturally the table was the center of attention, and within a few minutes of Jane and me and a few others sitting at it, it began to perform. [...]