“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She said the impressions seemed to come to her from another level, between that of Seth and herself— “sort of on a different radio signal,” but she couldn’t explain.)

[...] That is, at least rejection wasn’t implied, but I must admit that both of us are very cautious about expecting any sort of real acceptance via academia; certainly not these days. [...]

Mental activity does demand more energy of one kind than does physical activity, and the reason here is a rather strange one, in that in many respects creative work demands the extra energy used in a sort of repression. [...]

[...] At physical death his personality then exists in its complete form, and of course escapes the sort of ending that it would suffer if it were an integral part of the physical system.

Ruburt’s poetry this evening did represent a breakthrough of sorts, both in the ideas presented and in the poetry-writing itself. [...]

Now many in this class have been involved in many other sorts of a highly emotional nature, and so some of them are welded together in a certain way. [...]

[...] What sort of psychic interactions had taken place between them in any strong or exceptional way? [...]

[...] Instead she talked about “feeling sort of funny,” without being able to elaborate.

[...] It may be some sort of scientific device—I do not know, but it is a mechanical device.

[...] He has sorted out such impressions before however. [...]

[...] But to sense the reality within the form requires a different sort of attention, and more delicate manipulations than the physical senses provide.

(When Jane spoke for Seth her voice was rather quiet, since it was still sort of raspy from yesterday’s laryngitis, or whatever she’d had. [...]

[...] You can see then why projections would lead you in a far different direction from your normal linear sort of travel, and why time as you know it would be meaningless.

(John also noted that he was keeping alert for any sort of trouble involving a woman neighbor who lives three doors down the street from him. [...]

(Long pause.) By the very fact that a portion of the self is kept, say, in a sort of protective custody, it is kept in isolation, which means that it is not kept up on current events. [...]

[...] I rather think that Seth put her in a deep trance for this highly charged material to protect her from the sort of thing she went through with Barbara when he wasn’t around.)

[...] (In ESP.) This sort of endeavor cannot be stressed too highly as an antidote to all symptoms. [...]

[...] And, if you open it, all sorts of demons will emerge. [...]

The same sort of thing used to apply in a different way, but does no longer, when Ruburt would see you frown, for example, and would then ignore an obvious cheerful mood on your part, still interpreting your behavior in the light of the frown.

[...] And, if you open it, all sorts of demons will emerge. [...]

[...] I have an addition of sorts to add. [...]