“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] In the framework of objective science as it now exists, however, even the technology will come up against a stone wall. [...]

[...] (Pause.) If there were no death, you would have to invent it (smile) — for the context of that selfhood would be as limited as the experience of a great sculptor given but one hunk of stone (with quiet dramatic emphasis).¹

[...] It is of a grayish color, like stone. [...]

You thought you hit something in the road, a stone perhaps, and Ruburt was insistent that he had seen a cat, and that the car had struck it. [...]

She did in fact go to a bookstore, but in so doing she killed two birds with one stone, so to speak, for she found your address in the phone book, but also just happened to run into Miss Dineen—and that was something that only a thorough canvassing of the town might produce.

Use them or they will turn from fruits into stones that

[...] He was a dealer in precious stones and fine antiques. [...]

[...] Looking out of this window, which was perhaps only two feet wide, I could see a shining aluminum or steel guardrail, and that even if a person managed to jump or fall out of this window, the safety of a stone parapet lay perhaps ten feet below. [...]

[...] It is in front of a stone building.

In the next session the following night, Seth launched into the nature of my last trance experience and used it as a stepping stone for his first real discussion of the nature of human personality. [...]

(May 6: Glimpse of triangular piece of costume jewelry, pewter in color, open in center, three sides of triangle set with rows of fake colorless “stones.” [...]

[...] It was the word “stone.”

No man can find
Where he has been,
Or follow in flesh
Where the self tread,
Or keep the self in
Though doors are closed,
For the self moves through
Wood and stone.

[...] You will learn that it is possible, through no physical act (and underline that, through no physical act), to relinquish the physical body, expand the self, using atoms and molecules as stepping stones to a given destination, and reforming the physical body at the other end.

“Some will pick them up and say, ‘What lovely stones,’ and gaze upon them and see what they mean, and others will kick them aside. [...]

[...] Ripples from a thrown stone go out in all directions, and I am going out rather far on the limb myself right here. [...]

I have the impression of a group of miscellaneous objects, bearing no particular relationship to each other: a stone, a pencil, a grape, something that looks like a twig. [...]

At the end of the park basin are a flight of stone steps leading to another street and an old house in which I once lived for a short time. [...]

Wood and stone.

[...] It is in front of a stone building.

[...] The cab was also in front of a stone building—Garfinkel’s Department Store.