“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The candle flame, now, attained its highest point of the evening; it was well over an estimated two inches in height, rising up to such a height that a thin trail of black smoke escaped from it. [...]

[...] Her eyes had opened and closed quite often, and she had smoked a cigarette. [...]

[...] I put out the cigarette; its smoke had been drifting toward her.)

[...] 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. [...]

[...] I read the session to Jane after giving her a drink of water and lighting a smoke for her. [...]

[...] “Well,” she said, “I got pretty damned upset this afternoon, and I’m not comfortable, but maybe if I have a smoke and calm down I can have a brief session. [...]

[...] She sipped ginger ale and had a smoke. [...]

(This morning before the alarm rang, Jane found herself having an experience in which she was standing amid gray-white smoke. [...] She smelled the smoke. [...]

[...] She had a smoke, then tried to read yesterday’s session after I’d massaged her neck, but she couldn’t do it very well so I ended up reading it to her. [...]

[...] “Even when I’m doing this [smoking], I feel my ass revolving inside,” she said—another good sign. [...]

[...] Smoke.

[...] She was also smoking, and her eyes, exceptionally dark, began to open after a few paragraphs. [...]

[...] Occasionally Jane sipped some wine and smoked a cigarette.)

[...] She hasn’t been smoking as much when near me this past week because the smoke irritates. [...]

(Jane had been smoking. [...]

[...] She was again smoking, and speaking rather quickly.)

(Jane now told me that while speaking last time, she received a message from Seth to the effect that from now on she wasn’t to smoke during tests, because of the distraction involved. [...] She had been smoking so far during the session.

[...] She was not smoking. [...]

[...] I lit a smoke for her. [...]

[...] Jane had a smoke. [...]

[...] Jane’s eyes opened at times, and she smoked an occasional cigarette. [...]

[...] After a good lunch Jane had a smoke. [...]

[...] The suggestion that smoking will give you cancer is far more dangerous than the physical effects of smoking, and can give cancer to who people who might otherwise not be so affected (very intently).

[...] She was also smoking. [...]

[...] She was smoking. [...]

[...] Once again she was smoking as the session began; this meant her eyes had to open at least narrowly to find the ashtray, but she was looking down in the act and I could not actually tell whether or not they did open. [...]

[...] Although I could not see her doing so, her eyes must have opened a trifle to find the ashtray, since she was again smoking. [...]