“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] You may stare or look dreamily to the left or right.

[...] There is a tendency for spontaneous dissociation that has always been characteristic, and this tendency is simply given freedom when he stares into flames.

To some extent, it is because you have accepted the newspapers’ view of reality as real, that you have allowed yourselves to dwell upon certain attitudes about your fellows—so that for example sometimes the world does not seem to deserve great art; or that you even feel you do not want to share your work with the stupid bastards (Seth said, staring at me. [...]

Now my dear friend—(staring at me, Jane tapped with her foot on the coffee table between us) your hats, your caps... [...]

[...] Yet expressed they will be; and so in the interview Augustus One — who we will now simply call Augustus — at one moment came through with his gigantic belligerence, staring at Ruburt and telling him that he could annihilate anyone who hurt him. [...]

[...] The people in the artist’s painting are not simple representations either — to stare back at him with forever-fixed glassy eyes, or ostentatious smiles (again humorously), dressed in their best Sunday clothes. [...]

[...] And though I stare at our friend here, who asked the question, this applies to each of you and to our friend, Ruburt. [...]

[...] As Seth, Jane stared up at me.)

9:37 P.M. After she came out of trance, Jane and I simply stared at each other. Dreams was done at last! [...]

[...] I relaxed by watching a television travelog; I saw a great waterfall in an isolated jungle setting; the cameraman zoomed in on the foaming, surging water leaping at the base of the waterfall—and staring at that eruption of energy I suddenly realized the obvious: It’s not the force of any nuclear reaction that we fear, but the consciousness of the event. [...]

[...] As during the last session she looked at me occasionally, but for the most part looked casually ahead without staring fixedly at anything. [...]

[...] She stared at me as she lit a cigarette. [...]

(I smiled at Seth as he stared at me, then shook my head. [...]

Now Seth, through my eyes, stared around the room. [...]

Again, Seth stared at “the Dean,” but now he spoke to the others in the group. [...]

[...] Now I stood almost in front of him, the un-Jane-like open eyes staring at him as if to make sure he understood what was being said.

11. As Seth, Jane spoke with a smile while staring at me, for I’d voiced the same sentence last night in ESP class.

(Still in full trance, her eyes very dark Jane stared at me. [...]

[...] Jane stared at me for so long that I thought the session was over.

I just stared at him. [...]

[...] While we waited for Seth to come through she stared wonderingly about the room, her eyes much darker than usual. [...]

[...] Staring at me, her eyes very dark, Jane grinned. [...]