“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(To group.) Soon I am going to have you work in class again with some experiments that you do on your own, and then all I shall do is sit and see how well you do. [...]

[...] Using psychological time, sit in a quiet room; and I hope this is not impossible, when an idea comes to you, and I presume it will, do not play with it intellectually. [...]

[...] Doug and I wrote on the object while sitting on a couch. [...]

[...] When Gladys gave Jane the memo bearing Mrs. Methinitus’s name on November 8, arrangements were made for Jane to sit in on a class the next day, and to thus meet Nancy M., etc. [...]

(Sitting at the board, we used the pointer to say good night.

[...] Then we began to sit quietly in preparation for the session. [...]

(Then, I was sitting on a straight chair in a room, looking at myself lying upon a bed. [...]

(“Well,” Jane said at 9:33, after we’d been sitting for the session for some 15 minutes, “at least I feel Seth vaguely around….” [...]

[...] He also produces lines like, “As you sit reading this book in your present moment of time, you are positioned in the center of a cosmic web of probabilities that is affected by your slightest mental or emotional act.”

[...] Jane began speaking while sitting down, at 9:01. [...]

[...] Jane began speaking while sitting down and with a hand raised to her closed eyes. [...]

(On Saturday, May 9, 1964 at about 9:00 PM, I was sitting at the living room table reading Jane’s manuscript on ESP—the section dealing with her feeling of ecstasy, and the Saratoga experience.

(“I’m just waiting,” Jane said at 9:25, after we’d been sitting for the session since 9:10. [...]

Now in a sense the physical body does this always — that is, it sits astride realities, containing within itself dimensions of time and being that cannot be even verbally described. [...]

[...] When we went food shopping, for example, she would sit in the car in the parking lot, perhaps reading, while I pushed the grocery cart up and down the aisles. [...]

[...] I can see Walt now, sitting by the window of their second-story apartment’s small living room, nodding at Jane’s words, his eyes wet. [...]

[...] 1730 Pinnacle Road sits on a corner lot up a modest hill on the western outskirts of Elmira. [...]

Laurel and I have lived in Sayre since early in 2000 while 1730 sits there unoccupied. [...]

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

[...] Physically speaking it does no good to call such images hallucinations, for they are no more hallucinations than the chair in which my friend Ruburt now sits.

[...] It was one of the few times I had seen her sit down during a session.)

[...] While at work in my own writing room I occasionally hear her talking to herself as she sits at her card table in the living room, just down the hall: I’ve learned that on such occasions, she’s asleep and often dreaming aloud, solving the psychological equations continually arising among the levels of her psyche as she pursues her chosen learning processes. [...]

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