“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Here Jane pounded the table for emphasis, although her voice was normal.)

[...] We sat in semidarkness then, at a small white table in front of a full-length mirror. [...]

(Malba said it takes time to prepare for a seance, 15 minutes at least in relaxation before; a black cloth on our table reaching to the floor would help, as well as drapes on the upper half of our windows, to cover the white Venetian blinds. [...]

[...] I took my usual place at our living room table, wondering whether Jane would appear on time. [...]

(An empty glass rested on the table before me. [...]

[...] In this experiment, we sat at a bare table in the dimly-lit room. On the table lay Jane’s ring, an inch from an ashtray. [...]

[...] Once again we sat at the card table in the living room. [...]

[...] I did feel him around earlier,” she added, then started dozing again as we sat at the card table. [...]

[...] Late that month — unbelievably to me — I finished my own work on Volume 2 of “Unknown” Reality, and immediately began to type the final draft of the sessions; as I finished groups of sessions I mailed them to Tam every few days, while at the same time collaborating with Jane on the table of contents for the book. [...]

(Resuming our chronology: On October 24, 1978, Jane worked out the Table of Contents for Seth’s Psyche, and started her Introduction for it on the 26th; we mailed Psyche to Tam in sections as we put the manuscript together, and finished with that endeavor on November 9. On November 14 Eleanor Friede visited us to renew an old friendship and to go over Emir with Jane. [...]

[...] I laughed, telling her her behavior reminded me of our cats this morning, when it was so cold: Both Billy and Mitzi had barely stepped out onto the picnic table from the kitchen window, when they reversed themselves and hopped right back into the house. [...]

He, that portion, watched television while still sensing us across the table. [...]

[...] I want him to again become aware of his impulses, therefore, for physical action of any kind—whether he is at his table or not. [...]

[...] When she did go into trance as we sat at the living room table, her voice had a distinct tremor—more so than on Monday night [April 12] and a farther-away or more distant feeling or sound. [...]

[...] The table around which Ruburt now walks senses Ruburt even as Ruburt senses the table. [...]

[...] The tree bark makes allowances for good weather (here Jane pounded the table) though bad weather is repulsive to the bark. [...]

[...] My condition became so totally relaxed that any conscious and deliberate movement was forgotten unless I made a strong effort to exert myself—to pick up a piece of paper, to lay this notebook on the coffee table, say. [...]

[...] I bumped into walls and door-jambs, or leaned on tables for support for minutes at a time. [...]

(4. She is to begin taking at least one step a day with the help of the typing table. [...]

(Jane sat on the couch in her usual position for the session, and I sat facing her across the coffee table while using her own chair. [...]

[...] She sat dozing with her body tipping to her left in the chair as we sat at the card table in the living room. [...]

[...] Jane and I wore black clothing; our little table was draped in a dark red cloth, which we used because we had forgotten to obtain the black.

[...] Tonight, using the typing table as a “walker,” she walked the fastest yet during her exercise period with it. [...]

A table beside them. [...]

Now: Had Ruburt gone to a doctor or a faith healer when we began our last group of sessions, and then in a matter of a week or so found himself able again to walk with his [typing] table across the kitchen floor, some thirteen or fourteen steps perhaps, where before three were his uncomfortable limit, he might have attributed the improvement to a doctor’s treatment or to a faith healer’s ability — but he would have been impressed. [...]

[...] At 8:40 she surprised me by calling out from the living room — I sat reading a magazine at the kitchen table — that she’d try to have a short session. [...]

[...] [See Note 1 for Session 901.] A few nights before that, Jane had awakened and turned on her table light, sitting up in bed to have a cigarette as she sometimes does. [...]