“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] But before you do, there’s one spot on my neck I want you to touch.” [...]

[...] I explained that I hated to “put her on the spot” by asking if I had an ulcer, or a hernia, say, or gas or whatever. [...]

Suppose that you stood in one spot all of your physical life, and that you had to do this because you had been told that you must. [...]

[...] Many of these checked out at once, on the spot. [...]

There was more, much of it verified on the spot. [...]

[...] It might delight the eye as decoration, or cover a blank spot upon the wall. [...]

(With humor:) He realized that the channel had some muddy spots in it, some impediments, that it ran more clearly in some areas than others. [...]

[...] There is a strong darker color in a couple of spots on the object, where Don blocked out numbers. [...]

[...] To my surprise she offered to have a session on the spot—peculiarly, it hadn’t occurred to me ask her to have a session at any time earlier in the week. [...]

3. I’ve been saving the following untitled poem of Jane’s for a spot like this. [...]

[...] (Jane raised an arm over her head, full length.) Following the analogy the times, the physical times in which they would ordinarily have occurred, would have ended, say, here—(Jane indicated a spot six inches above the lighter)—but the energy was so great that it catapulted some of these events, displacing what you think of as time, so that they appeared, as Hitler did, where theoretically, now, they should not have.

[...] Finally Seth let me know in a good loud voice, that he hoped I noted the spots at which I coughed. [...]

[...] The danger is in concentrating upon the lacks, the “sore spots,” building up greater concentrations of mistrust. [...]

It will manage to work around the blind spots in the reasoning mind, for example. [...]

(The couple in question sat at a table for two directly in front of the bandstand; a most peculiar spot, I recall thinking, for an older pair who did not smile, did not dance, who caught our eyes occasionally, who did not seem to care about the drinks before them. [...]

[...] I am not satisfied with the leap, so move “backward through the air” to my original spot, and do the whole thing over. [...]

[...] My heartiest wishes … Have him (Jane) read the latest material I gave for him (which we’d deleted from its spot at 11:44 in the last session) every day until our next one.

[...] No rough spots show.

[...] I don’t think I’d know the spot. [...]

[...] You have no right to set such terms, any more than a flower would insist upon sunny ground and a preferred spot within the garden as a prerequisite for its own existence.

[...] Clowning around, she moved into the doorway, into the exact spot in which, Bill said, Seth’s apparition was appearing. [...]

(At our request Jane remained standing where she was; she said that she “tingled” as she stood in the proper spot. [...]