“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The session then began with Jane sitting in the same chair, facing us.

(Her eyes remained closed this time, but she was very active in her delivery, using many voice effects and gestures—the most active, I think, since she began to deliver material while sitting down and with her eyes closed. [...]

Without carrying us into a long and lengthy session, it would be impossible for me to go into the complicated relationships involved in the psychic history of the personality whom I will here call Manuk, which is the male as he now sits before me. [...]

[...] Her voice had been strong and varied throughout the delivery; she had smiled much and used many gestures, half of the time sitting on the edge of her chair. [...]

[...] Following this in a period of usual activity (the same evening), he sensed his own image speaking for me and sitting across the couch from him in our (Seth’s) accustomed position. [...]

[...] Ruburt sat physically on the couch, yet at another level he did sit here (in the chair facing the couch), and in our relationship that was a fairly “sophisticated” kind of manipulation, involving the projection of a form outward—the double. [...]

[...] Another kid pulled my chair out from behind me so that when I went to sit down I fell on the floor instead. [...]

[...] A metal object sits on it, perhaps in miniature. [...]

[...] Jane spoke while sitting down and with her eyes closed for the most part during the first half of the session. [...]

[...] A chair inside upon which our friend sits. [...]

(Jane took a long pause at 10:11, sitting quite still and with her eyes closed.)

[...] I’m obviously interrupting so I sit down gingerly till the affair is over. [...]

[...] I was just too hot but did make an effort not to sit too long; to go out on back porch, etc. [...]

(“And I’ll tell you one thing,” I said, “never again are you going to sit up like that for all of those hours. [...] No more are you going to sit up like that. [...]

[...] As I sit here writing this evening, her legs are fatter than ever. [...]

[...] She was also hallucinating again, wondering if it was safe to sit up and relax. [...]

(Jane began speaking while sitting down and with her eyes open and dark at the start. [...]

[...] She resumed while sitting in the rocker again, but almost at once got up and returned to the chair across from me. [...]

[...] Your party, at which I was present occasionally (sitting across from me still, Jane tapped on the table, her eyes very dark and wide) was of great benefit, as you know. [...]

[...] She had been aware of leaving her rocker to sit opposite me at the table, where she remained until break, and had been surprised at her doing so.

[...] Sit or lie quietly alone and close your eyes. [...]

[...] Don’t be afraid of change, for you are change, and you change as you sit before me. [...]

[...] Sit quietly for some moments in a room alone and feel your own identity grow and reach out. [...]

[...] It made no difference where persons were sitting though, when we were looking at their auras. [...]

[...] (Don’t know if I felt the subjective feeling before or after their comments, but no suggestions as to hand was given by me, and I asked no questions, sitting with eyes closed, concentrating, rather in good trance, but aware of their comments. [...]

[...] A large, old and beautiful apple tree sits in the backyard. We are all fond of sitting beneath it.

(Jane began speaking while sitting down, in an average voice and with pauses at the beginning. [...]

[...] It is true to say that in one sense both you and Ruburt are a part of the table and the chair, and the room in which they sit.

[...] This didn’t mean she confined herself to her chair, sitting with her eyes closed. [...]

[...] Get up, to john, bedroom, do dishes, go through living room without holding onto things, sit down. [...]

[...] And you will see that while you are aware of simply one room and one time, and one evening and one class in your present moment, there are other rooms and other classes and you sit in them all. [...]

[...] So also at this moment in other realities do you sit, replicas of yourselves in other rooms and in other classes. [...]

[...] Truth keeps you sitting upright in your chairs and the blood pounding in your veins and allows me to come to this room. [...]

[...] For as surely as you sit and exist in this room, you exist beyond this room. [...]

[...] They sit quite comfortably on their living room couch, with dinner on the coffee table, surrounded by all of the dear, homey paraphernalia that is familiar to your society.

As they sit thus comfortably ensconced (leaning forward with a smile), they observe dramas in which planets explode, and otherworld intelligences rise to challenge or to help the dauntless captain of the good ship Enterprise and the fearless “Spock” — but none of this threatens our friends, Ruburt and Joseph. [...]

[...] Jane spontaneously gave voice to her song yesterday afternoon while sitting in the glass-enclosed front porch of our hill house. [...]

[...] Jane first came through as Seth while sitting at ease on the couch. [...]

[...] You do not need me to sit here and speak to you but physically you think that you do and so I am here. [...]

Each of you now as you sit before the image that you call Jane Butts or Ruburt, each of you now are, indeed, as ghostly as you may think that I am for you form your own physical image about you and you pretend it is your real self. [...]

[...] You need not stand or sit upon ceremony, but in case you are waiting for me to formally bid you good evening I do now here forthwith do so. [...]