“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I mention this here because many philosophies teach that suicides are met by a sort of special, almost vindictive fate, and such is not the case. [...]

[...] I’d told her at the time that I had no great hope that medicine could help much, but still I wondered often enough if the medical profession might be able to offer some sort of help. [...]

[...] She reminded me also that even the title of Mass Events, when Seth had given it, had alarmed her, or at least aroused some sort of defensive mechanism in her—something I’d forgotten. [...]

[...] (See the 619th session in Chapter Four, as well as the first session in this chapter.) You accepted those ideas for a reason, individually and en masse, for mankind at any given “time” has a strong idea of the particular sort of world experience it will create.

This sort of communication also comes close to action in a fairly pure state. [...]

[...] We would like to create a sort of school—a very simple kind of school—to help anyone who seeks for it, without presuming that we have any answers, but going on the assumption that the way which has been proclaimed by many men is a good way—namely the simple way of love. [...]

[...] The same sort of a situation existed basically in her own family, though in a somewhat different manner. [...]

[...] As I gave the suggestions I abruptly realized that they seemed to be penetrating—what?—some sort of barrier or limit that I’d usually assumed marked the limits of ordinary conscious awareness. [...]

“Well,” I said to Jane after breakfast, “I suppose that if I don’t write some sort of account of what happened yesterday that I’ll regret it later. [...]

Now this is a sort of psychological understanding and intuitional insight that is beyond words. [...]

[...] This sort of experience is direct cognition. [...]

([Jane:] “It was sort of sad because I thought as I watched you all gravitate, I thought, they look at me as uncritically.”

At one time he was highly interested, and I went along because it was a sort of proof that he found extremely necessary. [...]

[...] Jane’s pace had speeded up considerably, as though she had lost some sort of nervousness. [...]

[...] Someone says, “Do you get this sort of thing all the time?”)

The same sort of situation operates in hay fever, for instance, and for that matter in most other dis-eases (with the hyphen).

The same sort of distortion occurs on another scale, in the duplication of any given illness or destructive organic or gross misfunctions. [...]

[...] I was pretty disgusted and out of sorts by this evening. [...]

Worrying about taxes, again to whatever degree, is the same sort of thing. [...]

Now: your visitor (Andrija Puharich) is a good man—a scientist and a child; an actor of a sort, searching for wonders. [...]

(Tonight’s session started later than usual because of a mix-up in communications between us: I thought Jane was too groggy after supper as she sat at the card table in the living room, so I went to my room to work on the intro for Dreams—whereas she was waiting for me to come out and sit with her to see if we’d have some sort of session. [...]