“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] In my studio was a pile of old newspapers. [...]

[...] Then I picked up the section from which the object had been taken, my eyes closed, groped over to a floor-to-ceiling bookcase in the studio, and placed the newspaper on a high shelf so that I would not see it ordinarily.

(“What did you think of my dream experience involving the back windows of the studio? [...]

[...] The motion seemed to be all exterior, from the too-warm wind that blew into my small studio from the back hill, to the shadows of moving foliage outside that flickered across the floor.

[...] I went to work in the studio on the illustrations for Oversoul Seven. [...]

[...] (The regular part of the 580th session, incidentally, was for a book, too: Chapter 20 of Seth Speaks.) I like the following quotation so much that I’ve made copies of it for us to keep where we can refer to them — in my case, pinned up on a wall in my studio. [...]

[...] She seldom asked me to do this, since after supper on any Thursday I’d be busy in my studio at the back of the apartment, typing up my crude homemade shorthand notes of the session she’d given the evening before for just the two of us.

[...] By 8:55 Doc Piper had not appeared, and from my studio in the back of the apartment I could look across backyards and see his office lights still on. [...]

[...] Take it for granted that he will appear to you in the studio, somewhat in the same manner as your other visions, But alone, normal size. [...]

(The bathroom is in the center of our apartment; the living room is on one side of it, the bedroom and my studio on the other. [...]

(For the record, I note here that I also experienced the same sensation, in the same hand, for a few minutes on last Sunday afternoon, December 13, while working in my studio. [...]

[...] Earlier in the afternoon I’d described my very vivid dream of last night, and asked that Seth comment on it if he came through: I’d found myself in a large studio, painting like mad on large canvases. [...]

(Long pause.) You kept your own studio apart, say, from the house’s living areas. [...]

The idea of a workroom, so-called—and I prefer studio—is a good one; excellent. [...]

(Later in the night the five of us stood around the heavy library table in my studio. [...]

(I felt much better while out working Wednesday morning, but the symptoms returned again Wednesday afternoon when I again tackled the project in the studio. [...]

A studio that he visits in the back of the building. [...]

[...] As I sat at the typewriter in my studio, I was flooded with perceptions of myself as such a woman: Pursued by an armed English military officer, she ran for her life down a hilly village street. [...]

[...] That is, with open eyes I saw fleeting hectic images in the studio. [...]

[...] Our imaginary artist could not rip the landscape out of the earth, or bring it to his studio. [...]

You would end up eventually making a studio in the attic, which would cost you more money, which you would have to spend. [...]

[...] I had been typing a session in my studio, while class met in our living room. [...]