“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] We think of these occasions as being like those where strangers would furnish the object. [...]

[...] It is only strangers, or those with whom you are not closely familiar.

[...] Previous to it, Jane told me she felt Seth; since strangers to Seth were present, we thought it best that he not come through. [...]

[...] The stranger would be kept in this outer group. [...]

[...] Often there are dreams in which “you” are two separate people, either strangers or familiar, each asking questions of the other.

Stranger still, that reading marked one of the few times — and certainly the last, to the best of our mutual recollection — that Jane has “tuned in to” an individual under such circumstances. [...]

[...] We talked about the difficulties that might be involved in getting family members to talk openly to strangers, too, about what had happened to them. [...]

[...] Jane was as well dissociated, she said, as she has ever been: “He had me so that I was more him than me… Now, how did he do that?” She could have been talking about a stranger, she continued, yet knew what she was saying and that she talked about herself.

In your sleep you may have greeted friends who are strangers to your waking self. [...]

[...] Seth does respond to emotional charges; these charges we have learned need not stem from Jane or myself or a friend; they can be related to a total stranger and still be detected. [...]

[...] In the immediate past I would have automatically been against—or at least not in favor of—such a session for relative strangers on short notice. [...]

[...] This in turn led to Bill’s telling of some very vivid and upsetting dreams he had been having in recent days; in these dreams his bedroom had seemed to be peopled by apparitions or strangers, he said, entirely unfamiliar to him. [...]

You have private rooms now in a public area that becomes more public all the time, as tenants, strangers, move in and out. [...]

It was not for example odd in its construction, for you will enter the new dimension through doors that appear familiar, as Ruburt is a friend and not a stranger.

[...] With some amazement Jane and I had noticed this in letters we received — from both friends and strangers — during the days immediately following Billy’s death.

[...] It was almost that of a stranger. [...]

(10:12.) Instead you have a rich interweaving of probabilities; for in one probability the two were indeed married, and that Stella [Butts] saw the house go to the eldest son (myself). In this probability, this Joseph instead comes upon the house of a relative stranger, finds it for sale, and can or cannot purchase it according to the new set of probabilities then emerging. [...]

[...] At least on a conscious level, this made it seem as though a stranger had prepared the envelope.

You are remarkably free, believe it or not, of weird strangers at your doors, under the circumstances. [...]

For Ruburt to have a session without you, and for strangers, was something else. [...]