“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] And the turning itself went very easily indeed — she didn’t cry at all, and seemed to be at some sort of peace. [...]

[...] Nor did I feel any sort of rebellion — only a state of numb acceptance.

(So we know she has the ability to do that sort of psychic sleuthing, but it turns her off. [...]

[...] They all go into the creative mill, for example, where they are in their ways uniquely sorted, transformed into patterns, emerging into creative illuminations. [...]

Such a book would also include, of course, my methods of entry into your system, and the sort of psychological bridge personality that results. [...] There must be some sort of psychological structure present for me to use during my communications, generally speaking.

[...] I am not suggesting that you take everything on faith, nothing of the sort. [...]

[...] All sorts, finally, of seemingly impossible phenomena will be discovered with these instruments. [...]

I will go into this sort of development at a later time. [...]

[...] “That sort of thing simply must go—we can’t afford to have such thoughts any more, they’re too destructive. [...]

[...] The insights, which seem rather obvious in retrospect, represent a sort of synthesis that I’ve been trying for in recent years.

It goes without saying that a full-time job would better the financial situation, but this is not the sort of thing to which I am referring. [...]

[...] Jane felt out of sorts tonight and had been tired Monday.)

(Jane’s voice was halting, almost high-pitched, with a sort of unusual sing-song delivery. [...]

[...] And that reality then continues to operate, forming like realities of the sort that can exist within the given conditions already set up by the original distortion.

Distortion, in this respect, has a different meaning than the sort of distortion arising from a misreading of information. [...]

(Jane said she’d like a session as soon as we’d finished a late supper—by 7:20 PM—and expressed the hope that Seth would deal with her immediate situation—sort of an emergency treatment. [...]

[...] I was speechless once again, hardly able to sort out the thoughts and feelings churning in my head. [...]

[...] We think that either one of those belief systems is much too inadequate to explain reality in any sort of comprehensive way.

But why, I asked Jane, haven’t our best minds—at least those who have operated throughout the centuries of our recorded history—been able to arrive at some sort of reasonable consensus about the “origin” of our universe (if it had one), its processes, and our human place in it? [...]

[...] Odd movements of some sort. [...]

They walk through a large building, most likely a terminal, for there are counters of a sort to the right. [...]

I believe that some Spanish artists in the past utilized this same sort of idea.

Now the suggestion I have given you is the same sort of thing. [...]

[...] There is an old saying: Time is money—and in his own way Frank would like to make that kind of a statement, clear, direct, and unambiguous: Turning clocks or time directly into good hard cash, a magic of a sort. [...]

[...] Between one normal minute and the next, a fantastic avalanche of radical, new ideas burst into my head with tremendous force, as if my skull were some sort of receiving station, turned up to unbearable volume. [...]

[...] At the same time I remembered having a dream the night before, which I had forgotten, in which this same sort of experience had occurred. [...]

[...] Fragments of another sort, called personality fragments, operate independently, though under the auspices of the entity.”

“Such a book would also include my methods of entry into your system and the sort of psychological bridge personality that results. [...] There must be some sort of psychological structure present for me to use during my communications. [...]

[...] Sort of a vitalized fourth-dimensional letter or communication, in which, if you’ll forgive the term, the medium is the message.

It will be evidence that I am a sympathetic sort occasionally, and that I can show high humor.

[...] A connection with a photograph, and some sort of grand affair, such as a ball.

(“and some sort of a grand affair, such as a ball.” [...]

[...] It had been a sort of peaceful or restful day comparatively. [...]