“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] After trying to stuff it into jacket pockets during the service, I finally ended up carrying it out with me quite openly. [...]

[...] I also have the impression that somebody could take me over rather completely, if I’d let them, with some rather emotional stuff; that I’d go through something I don’t particularly want to, full blast.”

[...] When I walk through our rooms and stuff. [...]

(I was getting my stuff together preparatory to leaving for the evening when Jane said she’d been thinking it over, and had something to tell me. [...]

[...] “I feel him — Seth — around now,” she said, “but it’s like last time: I’m getting stuff, but I’m waiting until it’s clear … I don’t really feel looped, but the center of focus I always use in the sessions seems strange. [...]

[...] In line with the usual definition then, in your terms, this smallest unit would be “soul stuff.” [...]

([Joel:] “I just saw a hatchet kind of a thing with feathers and stuff on it and as the symbol developed it changed into a boomerang with feathers on it.”

[...] They affect your physical being and they are automatically translated by your nervous system into the stuff of your flesh and of your experience.

[...] Like the stuff on the Speakers tonight, earlier.² It’s like that more and more often….” [...]

[...] The physical framework, then, is itself composed of immortal stuff. [...]

Again, if you will consider our maze of wires, I will ask you to imagine them filling up everything that is, with your plane and my plane like two small birds nests in the netlike fabric of some gigantic tree … Consider, for example, that these wires are also mobile, constantly trembling and also alive, in that they not only carry the stuff of the universe but are themselves projections of this stuff, and you will see how difficult it is to explain. [...]

[...] “We’ve only been involved in this stuff a little over a month,” I said. [...]

[...] But when he says “comments” I figure he’s separating book material from stuff about me....” [...]

[...] It was just this fantastic mob ...and those kids were cooked...and it was all in the name of religion and in the name of all this stuff except that out of it you hoped to get wealth ...and all she [Janice] had was a woman’s common love for the child. [...]

[...] “He’s still got a whole bunch of stuff,” she said, “and I have a vague idea of what’s going on.... [...]

[...] “I can sense other stuff coming—I don’t know what I’m going to think when I read it.” [...]

[...] “I suddenly realized I was hallucinating the water and stuff, that I was really in my hospital bed. [...]

[...] I routed out a number of tall cans of cat food of various brands that had been hidden at the back of the shelf, behind the other stuff. [...]

[...] Neurologically he became familiar to some extent with the stuff beneath language, the inner rhythms unexpressed, and felt the odd connections that exist between words and your sense of time. [...]

[...] At 8:55, moving closer to that familiar dissociated state, approaching that psychological bridge which serves as a common meeting ground for Seth and herself she announced that she felt “a rather generalized idea of what Seth will say on the book stuff.” [...]

[...] The stuff of your body literally falls into the earth many times, as you think it does only at the “end of your life.”

[...] “I sense stuff on both the book and me; I don’t know what to do. [...]

[...] But the physical body and all camouflage patterns, looked at in another manner, are also transformers of the vital inner stuff of the universe, where this vitality is then enabled to operate under new and various conditions.

The camouflage patterns of course do belong to the inner world also, since the camouflages themselves are formed from the vitality stuff of the universe by mental enzymes, which have a chemical reaction on your plane. [...]

[...] And I repeat: instead true space, fifth dimensional space, is the vitality and stuff of all existence itself, vital and alive, from which all other existences are woven through means which I have outlined so far in a rather sketchy fashion. [...]

[...] The stuff of the universe is not inanimate, nor even on your plane is it an emptiness to be filled, but constantly expanding in ways that you cannot yet fathom.

[...] These are all highly colored and charged, however, and the stuff of physical materialization is in itself conscious and alive. [...]

[...] He’d sent some home-canned jars of fruits and vegetables at Christmas time; for the past year he’d also written a string of long letters signed “me,” meaning I couldn’t answer him to say thanks for the stuff. [...]