“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

As far as my relationship with Seth and his with me, because of our long-standing association I think we must have formed a unique psychological alliance; somehow I am part Seth, and in sessions at least, Seth must be part Jane, in a kind of psychological bonding on both sides. [...]

[...] It was not a large room, and the dance floor was quite small; fifteen couples would be forced to stand elbow to elbow. [...]

I stand thanked.

[...] In the photo Del and Maxine stand surrounded by trees and bushes of various kinds and size, flowers, etc.

(Jane remained standing mutely by the windows while I showed the guests to seats. [...]

[...] He is a no-good (swearing evidently omitted) …and something about a check and a job and another woman… And she says—I’m trying Robbie to separate myself—and she says by Jesus I won’t stand for it.

[...] She stands in your mind for someone else with whom you did have a karmic relationship. [...]

[...] Why are you so mean to me?” Or, “What stands between us and the love for you that I feel?”

[...] I believe that he is now standing on the small terrace of his apartment, and is wearing slippers or a slipperlike shoe.

[...] See page 49.), and died at the age of 9. I do not believe that the church is still standing or that any records will be found. [...]

[...] Great work stands alone. [...]

(To me:) Will your fingers stand it?

[...] Our program of self-help gradually began to diminish, as had many of them before.⁸ Finally, in an effort to cheer up Jane one day as she sat idly at the typing table in her writing room, I tried a variation of a tactic that had worked so well for her inception of Seth’s The Nature of the Psyche almost six and a half years ago: This time, standing in back of her, I put my arms around her and rolled a clean sheet of paper into her typewriter—but here’s the note she wrote the next day:

[...] The material I have given on his health I will, however, stand behind, whether or not it is difficult for you to understand, or whether or not you can bring yourselves to accept it.

(Very long pause beginning at 9:59.) “I would never stand in the way, however, of Ruburt’s recovery as you understand it. [...]

[...] incident in my brother Loren’s family—one of a humorous nature that has become kind of a standing joke.

[...] Ruburt could not stand ridicule, and so took a proud retreat. [...]

To voice any dissatisfaction to you verbally was highly difficult, for you could then take away your love and affection, as his mother did, for she would not stand, in Ruburt’s eyes, for such voiced aggression. [...]

[...] You may at times wish that a rainy day were a sunny one, but you do not stand at the window and deny that the rain is falling, or that the air is cold and the sky dark.

A blue vase (long pause) of glass on a stand or table in a smallish room. [...]

[...] He did not realize consciously what he was doing, but was strongly impelled to take the stand that he did, and outraged subconsciously that you did not understand why he took it.

(Briefly, Jane’s voice became a little stronger.) While I was the source of the material, Seth as you think of him was at times a silent partner, helping Ruburt make the proper translations while standing aside in a personal manner. [...]