“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] And somebody else without a leg to stand on, and I hope that’s just symbolic.

[...] This is a case where his curiosity stands him in good stead.

[...] Not only do I not expect them, but I will not stand for them. [...]

[...] There is nothing standing in the way of Ruburt’s normal walking—except the understanding that I am trying to give him, and that is dawning.

Imagination and will, working together, are miracle-makers, because self-deception does not stand between them.

[...] It will finally understand, however, that it will not be dumped aside but taken along as itself, independent as always, to stand beside other independent egos each of whom represents facets of the entire entity …

Suddenly I felt a strong jolt at the top of my skull; the next instant, I found myself standing on the front steps of an ordinary house. [...]

[...] There were family pictures in an old album showing him proudly standing next to one when he was courting Rob’s mother. [...]

Next I am standing on spacious, landscaped grounds with gravel paths neatly laid out, divided by trees and shrubs. [...]

[...] Portions of it are conscious of its awareness as a part of action, and portions try to stand aside from action. [...]

[...] He stands in the middle of the room, touched by vibrating currents. [...]

[...] One night, in the early days of our psychic experience, I dreamed I saw Rob standing by the kitchen sink. [...]

[...] “But I can’t stand anything that’s all charged up about me,” she said several times.

You will realize that you are not a physical self standing at the window in the middle of the night looking out upon a sleeping world—but that you are a creative consciousness who helps form the sleeping world. [...]

[...] She didn’t know why she couldn’t say it while in trance, since she knows the word and what it stands for, etc.)

[...] I am (pause) permitted to speak because the super conscientious self is aware of, and convinced of, my moral standing, you see. [...]

You might stand alone in your doorway, or in a field — or even on a street, surrounded by many people in a large city — look upward, suddenly struck by the great sweeping clouds above, and feel yourself a part of them. [...]

[...] The words and ideas in this book all stand for other inner realities — that is, they are like piano keys striking other chords; chords that, hopefully, will be activated within the psyche of each reader.

[...] These are patterns of attitudes of long standing, and at different times, as Ruburt improved, and new decisions came to mind, he backtracked, and you largely went along. [...]

[...] Already she’s talking about using something on the table to help her stand even straighter. [...]

Another boy appeared, standing in the middle of the walk. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) There is another man standing up. [...]

[...] This time she followed up to some degree because she also had an image, of someone standing on high, looking down from some kind of rocky perch. [...]

You had better stand up for a moment and move around. [...] There is no reason why you cannot stand. [...]

[...] Thought’s actions are accepted by the ego, yet the ego seems to stand apart from them; and because of ego’s nature it fears to plunge into the action of a thought. [...]