“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] HIS SHOES HAD BEEN STOLEN AS HE SLEPT. [...]

(Both of us slept until 8:40 this evening. [...]

[...] In what you would call the physical waking state, these individuals slept, yet they behaved with great natural physical grace. [...]

Last night was the fifth night in a row that I’ve slept on the screened-in back porch in my new sleeping bag. [...]

[...] I crawled back into my bag and slept until dawn.

[...] The cats slept beside the waterbed in the living room. [...]

[...] We’d slept this afternoon from 2:30 until 6. I’d hoped I would feel better with the rest, which I seemed to crave, but it hadn’t helped. [...]

[...] It was some time before Willy finally relaxed and slept on the chair.

[...] [This morning we slept undisturbed.] But when I came inside after speaking to them, Jane said, “I wouldn’t dare do that.” [...]

[...] Our records show clearly that what we saw in some such episodes were not imaginary places, but locations we visited while the body slept. [...]

[...] A few notes added the next day: She slept restlessly, and found herself “giving material on probabilities just about all night.” [...]

[...] In addition the bed had been slept in, and the bedclothes were tossed about as though John had been quite restless. [...]

[...] It seemed to come literally from out of the sky, down into another room outside of (next-door to, actually) the one in which his body slept. [...]

[...] Willy slept peacefully on the couch. [...]

[...] We slept in the living room for the night because the back of the apartment was chilly. [...]

[...] During this session our cat Willy slept the whole time. [...]

[...] In the physical state, in what you would call the waking state, these individuals slept. [...]

[...] During her first weeks home, I seldom slept more than two hours at a time: It seemed that I was always getting up to check the dressings on her decubiti, to adjust her pillows, to help make her more comfortable on the motor-driven, pulsating air mattress we’d finally settled upon as the best recommended support available. [...]

[...] It would be highly difficult to ask a man while he dreamed to prove the physical reality of the bed in which he slept, or the bedside table which was at his head, or to prove the existence of the wooden floor upon which the bed rested. [...]

[...] Jane’s dog, Mischa, slept at her feet. [...]

[...] The energy that I would put into sessions has gone into some private talks to him while he slept. [...]

[...] So while she slept late the next morning, I rebuilt the chair by myself and padded its seat. [...]