“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] As she wrote in her journal today: “Great day … began typing Chapter Three of God of Jane and the book really started taking off; I’m just tickled; I did great, and added lots of on-the-spot stuff as I typed. [...]

[...] There are more normally-colored patches on it now intermingled with darker spots.

[...] This put you directly on the spot. [...]

[...] If you have, for example, a highly vivid desire to be somewhere else, then without realizing it consciously a pseudophysical form, identical with your own, may appear in that very spot. [...]

(For perhaps fifteen minutes after he’d jumped up in Jane’s chair, Billy had descended from that spot and curled himself up against me as I sat taking notes on the couch. [...]

(11:28.) Those in earthquake regions are attracted to such spots because of their innate understanding of the astonishing relationship between exterior circumstances and their own quite private mental and emotional patterns.

[...] It is particularly good that you see the situation here in Florida, on the spot, so that you feel free in making choices—a real Florida, not a fantasized one.

[...] As you fall to sleep, imagine that you are in the same place, exactly in the same spot, but at some point in the distant past or future. [...]

[...] In the meantime I’d read over the 17 chapters of my unfinished novel, Oversoul Seven and the Museum of Time, and looked over groups of notes for possible books, but nothing hit the spot. [...]

[...] They should mix and merge with your brushstrokes, so that the idea of your subject matter is almost magically contained in each spot of paint, and that is what you are learning. [...]

[...] Then one ovary had a little black spot on it, and they snipped it off—and lifted it up somehow—and I thought that’s why I haven’t had my periods... [...]

[...] She did remember something scratching her, and it developed that Willy had drawn a few spots of blood.

[...] They’d been pretty quiet most of the day—so much so that we had wondered if mama and papa had evacuated their family from that cozy spot.)

[...] They remain as blank spots, uncultivated and unproductive areas within the psyche—areas in which there are no problems because there is no experience permitted. [...]

[...] I rubbed several spots on her neck, forehead and the crown of her head, and she responded with strong motions of her head then. [...]

[...] Her voice, still deep, hit occasional stronger spots so that it almost boomed out. [...]

[...] Jane and I were slow: we didn’t realize that such thinking should have been challenged by us on the spot. [...]

[...] (Pause.) The other personality (smile), which is also myself, has a warm spot in its heart for me (stronger, forceful voice), though again, he would not put it in those terms. [...]

(Continuing loud, with the high spots underlined:)

[...] Now as she spoke she leaned forward some of the time, as though getting restless at merely standing upright in one spot. [...]

[...] She remained standing in her accustomed spot until the end of the session. [...]

[...] You could spot the point of intense activity, see the birth of new myths and the death of old ones as certainly as you might be able to see a mountain slide or a tidal wave. [...]