“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Seth told Bill that a summer Sunday in 1946 is very important to him subconsciously. [...]

[...] The oddity here is that the sister and her new husband also went to Puerto Rico on their honeymoon; however they left for the island Saturday night, whereas Peggy and Bill left for Puerto Rico the next day, Sunday. [...]

“Effects continued on Sunday. [...] Then late Sunday night I watched TV, dozing off a few minutes at a time—I came to, frightened, to find myself half off the couch and on the floor, trying to get onto my chair; yelled for Rob, who was in another room. [...]

Now when Ruburt imaginatively saw the trailer, and so forth (on our Sunday drive last weekend) and experienced that mobility in imagination, your reaction was the same as the one used for my analogy above. [...]

[...] A foot of snow had fallen, beginning Sunday night. [...]

(I would like to add here that I again experienced my own sensation on Sunday afternoon at about 1:45 PM. [...]

[...] Jane’s father arrived last Saturday, and as early as Sunday morning Jane announced to me that there would be no session Monday night.

Jane has been home from the hospital since last Sunday, March 28. [...]

(“When I used the pendulum Sunday afternoon and found out about the reasons for Jane’s symptoms, it seemed like I’d asked questions like that before; but nothing happened, there weren’t any results—”)

[...] I developed the habit as a teenager, reading signs and automobile license plates aloud and backward when my father would take my mother, my two younger brothers, and myself for Sunday rides in his 1932 Chevrolet. [...]

[...] The churches and the hospitals are often the largest buildings in any town, and the only ones open on Sunday without recourse to city ordinances. [...]

(November 29, Sunday, 2:00 AM: While dropping off to sleep, I saw many calligraphic-type symbols of squares within squares, triangles, circles, etc., in white line on a dark ground. [...]

ESSAY 8
SUNDAY, MAY 23, 1982

[...] He knew you were not a Sunday painter, but he felt you were greatly repressed in your work, and that any breakthrough could only come when you focused upon it, your work, regardless of other consequences.

(Again, this is a Ouija board experiment Jane and I conducted on Sunday, July 19, 1964, at 10:45 PM.

(Jane’s dream, Sunday night, November 8, 1964:

[...] A foot of snow had fallen since Sunday night. [...]

(This evening’s session will see the first of three scheduled attempts for Seth to clairvoyantly tune in on our friends, Bill and Peggy Gallagher, who arrived in Puerto Rico on vacation yesterday, Sunday. [...]

[...] On a Sunday after a noon dinner at my parent’s home Jane, myself, Loren and my father went down to the photographic studio.

(The party, Saturday night, with Bill Macdonnel, his friend Tom, and Jane and me, lasted until 4:45 AM Sunday, July 31.)