“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

In your practical experience, tables remain tables, although physicists well know that physical appearance is in some ways a mirage. At your level of experience many effects are accepted and used quite practically, as are your solid tables. You do not perceive the atoms or molecules that compose them; so in the same way, but in a different manner of speaking, events seem “solid” as tables do.

(1. Why did Jane have to start using the typing table as an aid in walking, approximately a year ago from last June, when before that she could get around without it? [...] To us this was a regression from using the table, let alone from walking without any aid. [...]

The reasons for the table of course have to do with your ideas of the world, and with your perfectionism.

[...] And he would have to go—so he would not walk that well in the house either—hence the table.

[...] I see a parlor, with a table with an old-fashioned beaded type lamp, with a globe, on the table. [...]

[...] Jane sat at the living room table with Jerry opposite; I sat nearby taking notes. [...]

(Jane put herself in a light trance state while sitting at the table. [...]

(At about 4 PM yesterday Jane called me out to the card table to show me the much improved movements she could make with her head: She rotated it more freely up and down and from side to side, her whole body participating somewhat as she sat in her chair. [...]

[...] Jane had sat in her chair at the card table the whole time—in fact, she’s been in her chair since about 7:30 AM; she hasn’t gone to the john or laid down. [...]

[...] It instead represents the time I went out to the card table to join Jane and wait for one to begin.

[...] Momentarily she’d dozed at the card table; she got the name several times, just as she spelled it. [...]

(At 9 PM I sat at the card table adding to these notes while we waited for the session. [...]

There is a long dark bar, a long narrow establishments, tables to the left, and too many people to be served, they must wait.

([The Gallaghers:] “In the East Village we stopped at a very interesting long narrow establishment with a long bar up the right side of the rooms and tables all along on the left. [...]

[...] With him he brought some rolls of copper sheeting for our table, and incense and a burner. [...]

(I thought the copper insufficient in quantity, but we unrolled it upon the table, and lit the incense. [...]

Next you will undoubtedly suggest that I pose, contemplate what might pass for my navel, carve a likeness, and set it up in the middle of your table.

(“Seth, can you signal your presence to us by something like table raps?”)

[...] The table was close by my right hand; I used it to take notes on. [...]

[...] After I had remarked that perhaps Seth could try to move Jane’s ring, which lay on the table.)

(In a dimly lit atmosphere we sat at the living room table by the windows. [...]

[...] Anne’s letter lay on the table before us tonight, with a pack of file cards pertaining to Jane’s poetry that Blanche had had on file for safekeeping in Baltimore.

[...] Now Jane’s left hand began to move; it lifted and slapped lightly at her right hand, on the table, and did this repeatedly. [...]

The alternate sessions should be held then in that area (Jane, eyes open, pointed to our table by the windows) of the room, by the large table. [...]

(Before the session tonight Jane wondered whether Seth could put her in touch with Blanche in some way, perhaps through a table. [...]

All, all–life is full of vitality, and all life is joyful, and sitting around the table with long faces is not any more beneficial than sitting around the table with wine on it and the lights lit. [...]

I still do not understand, however, why earlier Ruburt whispered and why these long serious faces as we sit about the table. [...]

[...] We know that our so-called tables are not solid. Even your science knows this now, and yet your eyes see the table as solid. [...] The table is a conglomeration of quickly-moving atoms and molecules but you see it as a table, and you see it as solid. [...]

(As the three of us sat at the table sipping wine and discussing Seth, Jane began to get nudges from Seth every so often. [...]

[...] Your outside senses are perceptors of camouflage, and your table which you rest your arms upon is not solid. [...]

(At once Jane sat at our living room table, which is her work table, and put her right hand on the message side of the card. [...]

[...] people about a round object, such as a table,” is quite interesting, and can apply twice, as the number twelve applied four times. My parents’ dining room table is round, and of course we ate Sunday dinner at this table. My parents also have a round mirror-topped coffee table in the living room. It is a low table; often a group of the children would be playing games on the table, and to do this they had to sit on the floor. [...]

[...] People about a round object, such as a table.

(The couple in question sat at a table for two directly in front of the bandstand; a most peculiar spot, I recall thinking, for an older pair who did not smile, did not dance, who caught our eyes occasionally, who did not seem to care about the drinks before them. [...] Part of the time while dancing, we had been so close to their table we probably touched it. [...]

The man and the woman in the York Beach dancing establishment, sitting across the floor alone at a table. [...]

[...] It was a rectangular room, lined with tables and chairs in rows. [...]

(To begin tonight, the four of us sat at our small coffee table, holding hands. The room was lit by a candle within three feet of us on another table, and by reflected light from the kitchen on one side of the living room, and from the bedroom on the other side. [...]

(A new physical effect concerned the candle, standing on the table against the wall perhaps three feet from our group. [...] Seth, talking about physical effects, said that he could probably have levitated the small coffee table we sat around tonight, with Ruburt’s help. [...]

[...] We had clustered around the coffee table for perhaps five or six minutes when Seth came through. [...]

[...] I am sorry that I do not move tables as well as AA, but were I interested in moving tables, I can assure that this one would fly through the window and end out in the middle of Water Street! I am more interested in other projectiles and other movement, thoughts that fly through your minds rather than tables that leap about the floor. [...]

The space between this couch and table is as filled with molecular structure as either the space taken up by the couch, or the space taken up by the table. [...]

[...] I have told you, for example, how you and others construct say, a television set, a chair, an image or a table. [...]

(Now Jane walked back and forth in the couple of feet of space between our long narrow coffee table and the divan, gesturing as she talked.)

(“How about Jane and the large table moving the other night?”)

[...] He overintellectualizes when he works the table alone. [...]

The table experiments will lead to more highly developed interests.

(Last night Jane held her ESP class at the home of Ruth Klebert, and was very successful in demonstrating table tipping. Jane told me she really felt a focus of concentrated power emanating through her hands; even when they did not touch the table, the table obeyed.)