“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] (Pause.) A knock on the door. (Pause at 10:20.) This is at his home, and a caller, a male, younger than he, a fairly young male, perhaps a student. [...]

[...] My Jamaica experience of November 16 is also referred to by another student.

[...] A large group of former students attended from New York City, as well as some from the local area. [...]

[...] There is a possibility that Ruburt could get help from his students here to relieve you, but I do not believe that you would want anyone at our regular sessions. [...]

[...] Since I “become” Seth in some fashion, I’m never able to see myself as Seth in the way that Rob can, or that my students can in a class session, but I do know that he makes a definite impression on others. [...]

He often hid from fellow students out of shyness and fear of confronting them. [...]

[...] For example, Ruburt is doing very well in his classes, enjoys it, and closes his eyes, relatively speaking, to the improvement he has worked in the lives of his students, and to the freedoms he has allowed himself in class in using his abilities. [...]

[...] 1832 there to 1856, a very short life, under I believe a czar, and during this life, you met your present husband who was a young girl, the brother (sister?) of one of your students. [...]

[...] Except for ourselves and a few students, the symposium was attended by psychologists, doctors, and dentists. [...]

[...] She had an excellent reputation as a teacher, and now and then she was visited by former students to whom she served tea. [...]

[...] Far be it from me to make a banker groggy at his job or a teacher groggy with her students—or grumpy. [...]

[...] A better student than that is hard to find. [...]

[...] Our session is being witnessed by a student, a most intelligent young man (humorously). He also helps Ruburt with correspondence. [...]

[...] Some people think of themselves as patients, as others, for example, might think of themselves as students. [...]

[...] My students and I both go through periods when we forget to remember and wake up for weeks at a time with only a few dream fragments. [...]

[...] He is deeply offended and outraged at any “invasion” into his own territory—the student who goes into his room at break, or the woman peeking at his notebook. [...]

[...] Bill in turn had told us about an apparition he’d seen a few years earlier when he was an art student. [...]

Two students in his office today, for disciplinarian reasons. [...]

[...] Later, in 1967, I started my ESP classes, and my students began their own work in dream recall and experimentation. [...]

[...] When I began my psychic classes, some of my students began experiments of their own. [...]