“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Stand at the window and throw out your arms. [...]

[...] You feared that you did not have the ability as things stand. [...]

[...] If you drive past his old house he should tell himself that he no longer needs it or what it stands for, that he can retain good memories of it. [...]

[...] I have mentioned that the sensation is something akin to the feeling of an inexperienced diver standing upon a high board. [...]

[...] You cannot stand apart from a reality and do any more than present diagrams of it. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) There were certain deep questions about life, certain pressing problems about man’s condition, with which you felt you had little experience, since your primary goals had been to examine life, to stand apart from it to study it, And therefore you both felt that you had few of the same concerns as those that led other people (quietly intent). [...]

[...] It stands on a wooden pedestal; the polished reflections in it seem to move as one’s viewpoint changes. We believe this is the oval shape Seth refers to, in light of his answer to my second question.

(Also: I also had a very brief impression of standing up and off to the right of myself, only I was in the body of an older woman that I didn’t recognize. [...]

[...] Standing with her eyes closed, she attempted to describe to me by gestures what she meant by eyelets and “another projection.” [...]

I said that I did not want you to compare his condition to the ideal one, and that certainly still stands. [...]

(Walking into the living room before preparing for bed, I was surprised to find Jane standing silently at her desk. [...]

[...] In this large group of sessions, Seth addressed himself to several of our individual problems: Rob’s occasional bouts of indisposition when he felt ‘under the weather’ generally, or was bothered by a variety of minor but annoying symptoms; and my own long-standing troubles with severe stiffness. [...]

[...] We’ve also felt bad over our long-standing decision to keep them in the house; they can roam no farther than the front and back porches. [...]

[...] Such a stand will automatically clear up all problems involving things like taxes, sex roles, or whatever—on both of your parts.

[...] And when I stand at your right shoulder you would hear what I whisper in your ear ...

Imagine a man standing on a corner, looking down the street at a tree a block away. [...]

[...] I tell myself that all of the trees are much taller and thicker now, and I experience an odd wonder that the wooden houses are still standing. [...]

[...] It will finally understand that it is not to be dumped aside but taken along as itself, independent as always, to stand beside other independent egos that all represent facets of the entity.

[...] Now, after reading about the hypnotic testing undergone by Mrs. Eileen Garrett, the famous medium, I know I’d never stand for it myself. [...]

[...] Now, far be it from me, even in a fantasy, to accuse you of such an act, but you stand here and look at a slattern and this time you are out of your mind. [...]

[...] Even your remarks about a black-haired wife meant the image of a woman in her 20’s—the-younger-than-you obviously youthful, spontaneous and cute wife; not a 44-year-old woman with experience behind her, some sense, and who could stand on her own feet, but a much younger version, youthful enough to get into trouble, and to be humorously watched in that regard.