“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Inadvertently slipping a ring back on during a break, she had great difficulty getting it off. [...]

[...] The camouflage pattern is completely broken up, the disorganized personality is afloat and could slip into a state where disorientation would prevent return to your level, while ignorance and lack of discipline prevented entry onto another level. [...]

[...] If someone had slipped me an LSD cube on the sly, the experience couldn’t have been more bizarre. [...]

The fact that you slipped so easily into this frame should remind you of abilities that you had at one time in another life; then you misused them. [...]

No man can find
The post or sign
That led the self
Through such strange land.
The way is gone,
The self returns
To slip its bony
Image on.

[...] As you do so you will be able to sense your own completed version, and any word that does not fit will be instantly sensed, while another will at once slip to mind.

[...] From a deleted session that I prefer not to date here because of other, personal reasons: “I may have slipped up, but I do not think so: I do not believe I gave the information about you and Peter in book dictation (for ‘Unknown’ Reality), in order to keep the material simple enough for the reader — although you chose to include that (724th) session in the book anyhow. [...]

[...] We figured that it was a slip of the tongue of some kind. [...]

[...] As a subconscious punishment he allowed the painting to be lost through a series of small slips, errors and mistakes of his own, and others.

(Seth slipped up here, we believe. [...]

(“I’ve slipped up there lately. [...]

And it is always strange to realize that physical reality has that little hold, comparatively speaking, that you can slip out of it so easily, that it is more like bright transparent cellophane than solid wood or rock. [...]

To slip its smooth-skinned

[...] She slipped it to Rob after the session began.

[...] For then a slip met with instant retaliation. [...]

The thing pulled back for an instant, much like a huge startled animal, and I slipped from beneath it and shot fast as a rocket for my body, with it after me. [...]

[...] An independent reader had gone over our labors line by line, checking for everything from grammar and contradictions to philosophy, “flagging” questions for us by noting them on slips of pink paper taped to the appropriate manuscript pages. [...]