“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Was Seth saying that we created tables and chairs as well as events? [...]

[...] We were drinking iced coffee, and as the session started, my glass sat on the wooden table. [...]

From my writing table at the right of the entrance to our bathroom, I could easily look at Bill as he sat in our Kennedy rocker, facing the bathroom entrance itself. [...]

[...] As before, I could see nothing from my position at the table. [...]

[...] I sit at the same table now as I did when I began it, looking out at the same streets and mountains. [...]

You can look at an object like a table and see its definitions in space. [...] You observe a table’s surface as smooth and solid, even though you realize it is composed of atoms and molecules full of motion.

[...] After supper Jane told me to come out to the card table with the notebook at 8:15. [...]

[...] At 9:26 she asked me to turn off the TV set: I’d had it on to watch the World Series, without sound, glancing at it once in a while from my place at the card table. [...]

[...] At one point she inadvertently knocked her foot against a metal coffee table leg. [...] She now told me she felt her foot strike the leg of the table, but that ordinarily it would have bothered her a lot more than it did.

“The table beside Ruburt senses him even as Ruburt senses the table … The abilities of the tree are latent in man as, dear Joseph, are the abilities of man latent in the tree.”

(Jane continues her improved walking habits, mainly in the kitchen, and sometimes with the aid of the table.)

[...] Several affairs frightened you both: the woman in labor, for example, and the affair in which Ruburt banged upon the table. [...]

[...] She didn’t tell me this or show it to me until I had wheeled her back to the card table. [...]

[...] Eyes closed, she sat rocking back and forth with one foot on the edge of the coffee table between us.)

(Jane now sat down in a wicker chair opposite my writing table. [...] Her eyes almost shut, she groped about on the table for her cigarettes, lit one and then leaned back with her eyes closed.)

(The object for the 83rd envelope experiment was a note Jane wrote to me today; I found it on the table this noon upon returning from work, left there by Jane shortly after 11 AM. [...]

[...] It consists of a note Jane wrote me late this morning, and left on the table for me to find upon coming home from work this noon. [...]

[...] Jane took off her glasses and placed them on the coffee table between us. [...]

[...] Her eyes closed, she sat rocking back and forth with one foot upon the edge of the coffee table.)

(Jane had delivered a rather lengthy but informal session for our guests last night, as we lingered around the supper table after a late meal. [...]

[...] See how well the tables fit together. [...]

[...] As we sat at the kitchen table discussing her work, Jane felt that she could go into a trance state that was her own for a change, instead of being in “just” a Seth trance. [...]

(At the card table in the living room, then:)

[...] As soon as she finished eating she began to nap in her chair as she sat bundled up at the card table in the living room. [...]

[...] Jane said now, smoking a cigarette as I sat with her at the card table. [...]

Surprised, I went to my table and sat down with a paper and pen. [...]

Startled by the question and the instruction, I paused, took my glasses off and put them on the table.

[...] The color and detail are vivid, even to salt and pepper shakers on the large common table in the middle.

[...] The room was small and crowded, the tables were all full, and the band blared. [...]

[...] Jane has also been “walking” twice daily, using her wheeled typing table as a support — though we skipped this evening’s sojourn in lieu of TV watching. [...]

[...] He thought of asking you to take a snapshot of the table with your camera, showing the partially-opened front door, so that later he could paint the scene. [...]

“It was hard to reduce my insight to words, but when I described it to Jane at our lunch table, she said it made sense to her. [...]

[...] Then we sat quietly side by side at the round card table we’d placed at one end of our battered old couch in the living room. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) I was placed in a CAT scanner, my bare backside pressed painfully against a cold metal table, my head encircled by the strange doughnut, or globe, while bright white lights and numbers, it seemed, flashed everywhere. [...]

(With a laugh at 7:51:) Later that same bare backside, thin and bony, was pressed against another metal table, while this time electrodes were attached to every available area of my head so that an electroencephalogram could be taken. [...]