“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] This week also Jane read the class a story about Hanukkah. [...]

[...] This is just a little story of my own, though I am glad to see a smile on Joseph.

[...] After I signed the contract for this book, our friend Peg Gallagher was doing a story about Seth for the local paper, and she attended a session to get material. [...]

[...] You were in the house, in the cellar or on the upper story. [...]

[...] There was, later, a dress shop nearby, and from the third story window front you could see the water.

[...] He could see the yard and garage clearly but the image of a grown-up man on a scooter up two stories from the ground was just too much — he snapped back to his body.

[...] Jane was sure this referred to the story told us by the worker at the lumberyard, who procured the Masonite for me, concerning his war service, his portrait, etc., done while he was in the service. [...]

[...] Jane and I have no idea of how our personal story is going to work out, but we do want to tell it.

[...] On their return they almost always interpreted their experiences in terms of their home programs, intertwining what happened into what ended up as great myths and stories — real but not real.

[...] I’d planned a consecutive story line book including some of robs dreams with interpretations yet feel strain there now, showing how this detail or that one fits the picture, this noon it came to me that the approach seemed to rational at this time; i wanted one that was lighter in tone, quicker yet more expansiveso if anything the books technique would be magical itself…. [...]

“In those annals there is legend after legend, tale after tale, history after history describing civilizations that have come and gone, kings risen and fallen, and those stories have always represented c-u-l-t-u-r-e-s (spelled) of the psyche, and described various approaches used by man’s psyche as it explored its intersection with earthly experiences.

[...] When she told me the story, I just nodded and smiled. [...]

[...] And you will indeed receive the full story, in good time.

[...] It seems to read well as I look it over, but I realize that the time sequence is confused here, in reference to me anyhow, and the story is mixing me up. [...]

[...] Here is the rest of the story involving the second cat: After I left for work and Jane had taken the cat into the house, she discovered to her sorrow that the cat had somehow gotten its lower jaw caught in a new collar we had put on it the day before, and that evidently the cat’s lower jaw had been forced open in this strained position for some hours. [...]

[...] A large brick two-story building typical of many we remember in the metropolitan New Jersey-New York City area. [...]

[...] Not comic books, however, but a syndicated fantasy-adventure story to be run in color and take up a full Sunday newspaper page. [...]

The next chapter will give the story of our meeting — you (to me), Ruburt and I, from my viewpoint of course, and the ways in which I contacted Ruburt’s inner awareness long before either of you knew anything about psychic phenomena, or my existence.

‘In that probability, you, Rob, painted constantly and Jane had published a bunch of short stories, a novel and poetry even before this got started. Do you do this now?’

[...] A few days later Peg called me with a strange story. [...]

(Rain had fallen in a fine drizzle throughout most of the day; and now, I saw from our second-story living room windows, a heavy fog lay over the street corner below and the newly finished Walnut Street Bridge just south of the intersection. [...]