“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] For several seconds Seth and I stared at each other with some amusement. [...]

[...] In this life you hoped to learn further answers of science, but in the eyes of the molecule you found yourself staring symbolically into the eye of that long-forgotten idol. [...]

[...] Now when I choose to stare at you, you will know that you have been stared at. [...]

[...] But when I looked outside, I saw a rundown row of apartments next door, and in the first doorway stood a young mother in ragged clothing, with several ragged children sitting on the steps, staring at me. [...]

[...] He then hopped up on Jane’s empty chair, opposite mine, and lay there staring at me for some time while I took notes. [...]

(And here, staring at me, Jane pounded the table for emphasis.)

[...] As Seth, Jane waited, staring at me, her eyes wide and dark, for some moments.)

[...] I was in trance, of course, but, knowing him, I can well imagine how he must have stared at me as I strode back and forth speaking in that deep Seth voice and talking to Rob in such a manner. [...]

[...] When I came out of trance, Mark was staring at me intently.

[...] We just stood there, staring at each other. [...]

[...] Perhaps a dozen chicks cluster in the grass at my feet while I stare down at them, quite entranced. [...]

[...] Rather, from her position on the grass she just stares directly out of the photograph at the viewer, displaying a sober, almost controlled regard that seems out of place for one of that age….

[...] Seth was there, staring at me.)

[...] Both of us stared at the flame. [...] We stared at it for perhaps a minute. [...]

[...] Jimmy waited beside the dark and quiet house, staring out into the backyard, but he saw and heard nothing unusual. [...]

(In between these two sightings I saw a middle-aged man in rolled-up white shirt sleeves, sitting at a kitchen-type table and staring to my right. [...]

(I asked this because Jane’s stare at me had been especially noticeable; her eyes had been very dark and luminous, I thought.)

(“Do you want to say something about the Voice?” In a rather funny confrontation, Seth and I stared at each other for a few moments. [...]

[...] Jane stared at me, then took a long pause with her eyes closed.)

(Jane stared at me, her eyes wide and very dark.

[...] In those terms you are one person physically objectified, staring upward in the scene just mentioned at an objectified sky. [...]

(“I know it,” I said as Seth stared at me. [...]

(Willy kept bugging me as I tried to make notes for this session—sitting as he does close to me on the couch, wanting to stare at me and be petted at the same time, while I try to accomplish something. [...]

(I was so surprised by this statement that I stared at Jane—whereupon, as Seth she thought I hadn’t heard it properly and repeated it.)

[...] She stared at me from across the table.)

(Another smile from Jane as she stared at me. [...]

[...] Has Dr. Instream been taking some sort of treatment involving a lamp, or staring into a light? [...]