“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

It is not that I wasn’t feeling humorous this evening, merely that I didn’t think you could stand the full force of my really astounding sardonic nature. [...]

[...] As, for example, you could not stand up straight in your physical universe without first having among other things an innate sense of balance.

The idea of counterparts¹ somewhat shatters that old concept, yet you still want definitions for the self so that you know where you “stand.” [...]

The trees in the forest
Stand secret and silent,
Their voices suspended
In lungs of leaves
That only can whisper
Of dreams held dormant,
That breathe only once
In a thousand years.

[...] She was standing at the sink washing dishes and looking out at the ‘dreary’ flat landscape and at their pickup truck parked there. [...]

[...] He stands facing it. [...]

[...] The plant stands perhaps three feet tall; this may have given rise to Seth’s tall data here. [...]

[...] As stated the stamp on the object is gray blue, and bears a figure 5. It seems however that this data probably refers to the figure of Mother Goose, shown on the object, and to the statue standing upon a base that is painted blue. [...]

[...] Doing a little figuring concerning the time, he arrived at the conclusion that Marian had had her experience at approximately the same time he had been standing in back of his mother’s house, thinking about his father. [...]

[...] You cannot honestly criticize your society, stand apart from it, and expect it to pat you on the back—that is asking too much of people.

[...] You cannot meet it though you stand at the same spot, because of the ideas (underlined) of time that separate you. [...]

[...] They show a beautiful woman wearing a bathing suit, standing on a beach in Florida.

[...] Later if the process is continued, you will make valid contact with the personality for whom Adam now stands. [...]

[...] The best thing when you are standing on a diving board is just to plunge in, Ruburt. [...]

[...] First I saw a red wine bottle standing in a corner that was made of cement blocks.

(Then while on my back on bed with eyes closed, I looked up and saw myself standing up directly over me, with my feet seemingly upon my own chest. [...]

[...] I felt as if I were standing, shivering, on the top of a high diving board, trying to make myself jump while all kinds of people were waiting impatiently behind me. [...]

[...] “Everything’s in proportion, though” she said “It’s crazy, but I feel that when I stand up my head could go through the ceiling.” [...]

[...] He stands in the room, and there is an electric storm in the dream, and the room is touched by vibrating currents. [...]

[...] Thus while standing before it one looks down upon the small models of trains, etc.