“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

You are aware of the selves that sit in this room on a particular evening of a snowstorm with certain members of the class present, certain members of the class absent, and some new people here, but I am familiar with the inner portions of yourselves that you also know but that the egotistical self has hidden from you. And so I must think constantly to myself, oh, yes, our Lady from Florence thinks that she sits in this specific room at this specific hour and is wearing a blue outfit but I am aware of a Lady of Florence you see, in several different manifestations in various existences all occurring at once. [...]

[...] That you sit within the miracle of yourselves and then ask for signs, it is your inner eyes I would open. [...]

(We began by sitting at a small table in our living room. [...]

[...] Sitting quietly in the dim light, staring at the ring, I soon realized that with a nudge or two from the imagination the unwary observer might not have too much trouble seeing what he wanted to.

[...] Sitting on my left, she held my left hand with her right, and I joined hands with Bill on my right. [...]

(Jane dictated while sitting down, and with her eyes closed. [...]

[...] I signaled her to sit quietly, rather than to further the shock by getting up to answer the door. [...]

(Again Jane spoke while sitting down and with her eyes closed, in a normal voice with some pauses.)

(Jane now took a very long pause, sitting quite still for well over a minute.)

[...] How does Seth sit? I’m not sitting too well. [...]

When he thinks that he must do such and such, must prove his worth by sitting at his desk, then he lays a heavy hand upon those same impulses. [...]

[...] His last experience in sitting in a yard with any regularity happened many years ago. [...]

[...] She spoke while sitting down.

[...] The nurses awkwardly put Jane in bed after sitting her on the commode. [...]

(Tonight’s session started later than usual because of a mix-up in communications between us: I thought Jane was too groggy after supper as she sat at the card table in the living room, so I went to my room to work on the intro for Dreams—whereas she was waiting for me to come out and sit with her to see if we’d have some sort of session. [...]

[...] I think Rob and I should sit after dinner a little bit each night for a Seth session or for some other development such as this. [...]

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

[...] Most of the time she spoke from a sitting position. [...]

[...] Jane began speaking while sitting cross-legged on the bed. [...]

(Jane, still sitting cross-legged on the bed, smiled and learned forward. [...]

[...] Yet I enjoy it, and often take a physical form in order to sit at the desk and look out the window at the countryside.

Now you do the same thing when you sit in your living room, but you do not realize what you are doing; and presently you are somewhat restricted. [...]

[...] And as you sit here now so you have existed many times. [...] You sit here with new youth and new vitality—new, but ancient—for there is no newness that does not have an ancient heritage. [...]

(Willy kept bugging me as I tried to make notes for this session—sitting as he does close to me on the couch, wanting to stare at me and be petted at the same time, while I try to accomplish something. [...]

It would help you both considerably, if when you have the feeling of self-approval really, to sit quietly and try to feel your purposes. [...]

(We began as usual by sitting at the board.

[...] Your present father secretly admires Loren’s apparent easy sociability, not knowing that Loren is forced to laugh and shout loudly, just as your father is more or less forced by his own personality to sit silent and sullen.

(Jane put herself in a light trance state while sitting at the table. [...]

Now it’s later and he’s just sort of sitting there and he’s drinking and they’re in the kitchen and she threw something—and she says now she’d rather he (pause) was really full of life again like he was… Rather than like an old man…

[...] (She did push him and rule the roost.) She wants him to get up and do something instead of just sitting there. [...]

[...] She usually sits at her table in the morning and afternoons until going to the john around 4 PM; usually she doesn’t do much in this period. [...] When she sits on the couch at perhaps 4:30, that’s it for the day: She’ll seldom read while there, but naps or looks at TV. [...]

[...] She’s now developed difficulties with vision, hearing—especially in the left ear—walking, and practically all physical activities except sitting at her table or desk, or on the couch watching TV. [...]

[...] Sitting quietly with my eyes closed, I obtained a sighting or vision, in color, that I will note after describing this session. [...]

[...] Sitting in the darkness, we talked thus for a few minutes. [...]

[...] I had it while sitting quietly in the dark with Jane at our walnut table in the living room. [...]

[...] The same little boy or girl might also sit astride a toy horse, and pretend that the horse is part of the merry-go-round. [...]

[...] When he can sit in the sun on his porch the heat treatments should be dispensed with.

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

[...] Also, she sits on a Mexican serape, one of two given to us by her father several years ago. [...]

[...] Jane’s father Del, who is 6’ 2”, gave us the serape Jane was sitting on when I sketched her this afternoon.

[...] While sitting in the sun, smoking the one cigarette she had with her—it is shown in the sketch, which means she smoked it after I finished the drawing—she looked for a bare spot of ground against which to put the smoke out. [...]

(Jane began speaking in trance while sitting on the divan, using a quiet voice, a direct manner, with her eyes open often.)

(Emphatically.) I am now you see so a part of his system at this moment that no part of his consciousness can sit aside and isolate me. [...]