“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] “All my men in the decontamination center wore coveralls and masks — they’re uniforms of a sort.”

[...] Eyeglasses and some sort of mustache.

[...] Some of you may wish to have the sort of relationship that Ruburt and I have. [...]

[...] There is here also what I may call a sort of air panic, an insatiable taking in of air that the nervous puffing of a cigarette sometimes satisfies, even a basis in claustrophobia where the personality feels it is not getting enough air or is closed in.

Experiences are more directly felt, although the same sort of differences occur here as far as intensities are involved. [...]

[...] We will still devote a session to this sort of thing when you find the time.

[...] There is no doubt that this sort of experience is new to the ego, which is used to interpreting sense data in highly rigid and specialized terms.

Now there is a point I would like to make regarding your inner visions, my dear Joseph, and also concerning any perceptions of this sort whether through pictures or any other means.

The outside senses are therefore fabricators of the most delightful sort. [...]

I have endeavored to avoid this sort of occurrence from happening. [...]

This self-awareness in each atom and molecule determines what sort of cell or combination that the particular atom or molecule will form. [...]

[...] My mother was obviously in control of her faculties, even though she appeared to be a little distraught … The fact that she looked past me speaks of some sort of barrier, or distance, between us even in the dream state. [...]

[...] Later note by Rob: Poem is a valentine of sorts; love poem.

[...] The entity, for example, works with the same sort of individual cooperation, and uses building blocks of energy in much the same manner, that the atoms and molecules in the physical world combine to form cells, organs, and the whole structure of the physical body.

[...] I gather all sorts of weird projectiles thrown at me with vibrant force. [...]

There is a temporary and initial, barely perceivable enlargement, a deep pulsing in the manner of a beating forth of cells and molecules—actually a sort of pulsation resulting in a minute but definite enlargement of tissue. [...]

[...] This is not to be a pie-in-the sky sort of thing, or some “heaven” hanging suspended above, but a very valid meeting place between worlds. [...]

8. I began these notes several weeks after the 732nd session was held, so that I had some camouflage time to sort out events, and to let others happen.

I’m afraid that I did most of the talking in our “discussion,” but once again we tried to view our lives in some sort of joint mental and physical perspective. [...]

[...] I will, however, sort through his experience with your questions in mind, and see what other information I can give [...]

[...] Now, that sort of thing is a dim shadow, in three-dimensional terms, dealing with one planet, of a much more vast system. [...]