“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The short story work is a very good balance actually, for both his poetry and the book of mine that he is working on. [...]

[...] On the next page, see the beginning of the flight’s story in The Elmira NY Star-Gazette.)

[...] This is far from the entire story [of illness], but it is enough for this evening’s saga. [...]

[...] They glory in stories of wicked stepmothers. [...]

[...] Those complicated, interrelated happenings are just as fascinating to us now as they were when they were unfolding; we have yet to publish their full story. [...]

Creation occurs, again, most often through value fulfillment, which exists in a dimension having nothing to do with your space and time; and in the deepest sense creation as a whole, originally, if you’ll excuse the term, had nothing to do with either your space or your time, and the so-called birth of your known outer universe came long after in the story of creation and value fulfillment.

(Yesterday Jane received from her publisher the galley proofs for her book of poetry, Dialogues of the Soul and Mortal Self in Time.¹ The story of that work’s creation is interwound throughout Personal Reality.

[...] The reference here is to the story Peggy Gallagher wrote for the Elmira Star-Gazette concerning Jane’s ESP book. [...]

[...] Whether it would prove to be short stories, a novel or poetry, she did not yet know.

[...] The momentary difficulty in the short story that he did not finish was simply caused by a very temporary relapse because of pressure: He did not wait for his subconscious to deliver an idea, as he has been long accustomed to doing.

(“But it’s the same old story,” I told Jane when I asked that she have a session tonight, to deal with her hands and arms, and Seth’s remark. [...]

He will write a story otherwise not only excellent but saleable, and put in one or two lines and a tinge throughout the tale, to make it unsaleable.

[...] There are classic, distorted stories of the weakly scholar as opposed to the hearty sportsman. [...]

[...] En masse the same story is true. [...]

[...] Both are quite handy and both are methods of telling stories and both might seem to agree within their own systems, and yet, in larger respects they cannot be realities. [...]

[...] The “story of your life” is written by you, by each reader of this book. [...]

[...] however, will have to pass before we learn the full story behind the Kennedy assassination; then this data can be more accurately evaluated.)

He is in a building several stories high, and he is not on the first floor. [...]

[...] A connection with this photograph, and a two-or-three-story house, a frame house with brick or stone stairs at the front.

By the age of three I was already drawing—scribbling, experimenting—and began writing stories in grade school. [...]

[...] I can see Walt now, sitting by the window of their second-story apartment’s small living room, nodding at Jane’s words, his eyes wet. [...]

Jane made her first sales of short stories—science-fiction fantasies. [...]

[...] A mutual friend sent us photographs of the big old red-brick building, three stories high, shuttered and dark and deserted among the trees and in the snow.