“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I will check with my brother in Webster, hoping he can remember after six years. [...]

[...] Whenever your rent has been raised he has done the same, and any outstanding bill for the last six months has met the same treatment. [...]

[...] Seth greeted us, gave a few voice effects which were controlled because of the hour and the proximity of other tenants, and expressed his willingness and capability to continue until six in the morning. [...]

(As soon as Seth mentioned Jane’s “deeply mystical nature” in the 679th session, I thought of some personal material he’d given us six months earlier. [...]

[...] Your metabolisms are different, quite naturally, and under the usual situations, given your lunch hour, Ruburt needs a good meal, sometimes certainly between five and six at the latest. [...]

1. A note added six weeks later Seth further “develops” his camera analogy (as dream photography, for instance), in Section 5. See sessions 719–20.

Just remember that Jerry is sixty-six.

[...] For all of the six years that we held the early sessions, we never mentioned them to my parents as we sought to go our own way. [...]

[...] We met our guests at the Inn the next morning, and the six of us drove in our three cars to a nearby country restaurant for breakfast. [...]

[...] Already, as I pushed open the heavy front door for the six of us, I felt like an intruder, that my footsteps were stirring up the past. [...]

I pushed open the back fire door and the six of us clumped down the open stairs that Jane and I had used so many times. [...]

[...] As of now we have so far mailed the letter to Eleanor re Rich Bed; phoned the ad about a house in to the Elmira paper; obtained the paint for Jane’s workroom; put up new curtains in her room; begun inquiries about the duplication of the letter for readers who write to Jane; packaged the first six chapters of Seth’s book to mail to Tam at Prentice-Hall tomorrow; begun to check the galleys for Oversoul Seven—all of these being items on the list we made out a couple of days ago. [...]

[...] The day after that, a dear friend brought us two six-week-old kittens, littermates fresh from a nearby farm. [...]

Right now, though, I want to present a message from Valerie that she received upon awakening at 6:30 A.M. on September 6, 1985 — some six weeks ago, in other words, and a year and a day after Jane died.

Six months later, on September 5, 1984, Jane was dead — gone to one of those “glittering worlds,” these “new worlds of fact,” that she had told me she knew about and that she so wanted to see.

[...] I staggered around in the kitchen, taking six-inch steps with more than a little effort and caution. [...]

[...] The numbers five six…

[...] Interest rates for such monies as discussed above were not, or would not, be tripled, Tom said, but such money was expensive, and instead of the usual six percent would cost eight or nine percent.

[...] But that was six months ago now, and there has been no change.)

[...] In 1922 he took his wife and children (I was 3 years old, Linden not yet 2) on a six-month motor trip from the East Coast to California. [...]

[...] We had clustered around the coffee table for perhaps five or six minutes when Seth came through. [...]

“We will now imagine these selves multiplied, for you have selves three, four, five, and six, and so forth. [...]

[...] At the end of August, only two months after the group assassination by bomb explosions of more than 150 leading officials of the Islamic Republican Party, both the president and the prime minister of Iran were killed by another bomb; so were six other men. [...]

Early in September—magically appearing as though from another reality, for we’d quite forgotten about the situation—we received through Prentice-Hall six copies of the reprinted Dutch-language edition of Seth Speaks. [...]

CHAPTER
SIX:

Seth Meets a Psychologist