“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Jane sat half-dozing at the card table, and I tried to focus on reading some of last week’s mail. [...]

[...] Yes, and fuss with his table a bit. [...]

[...] But Jane set up the recorder, placed the mike on a coffee table near the center of the room, and ran a few feet of tape to make sure her voice was picked up from any part of the room. [...]

[...] You cannot observe it in any objective manner, as you can observe a pencil on a table, yet it would be foolish to say that this psychological experience did not exist. [...]

[...] Once again she began dictating while sitting in the rocking chair opposite my table. [...]

[...] To the personality a joy or a sorrow is far more actual than a table or a chair.

(Jane also tried walking with the table with Frank’s help, as she had with me the day before, but once again couldn’t quite get up on her feet. [...]

[...] I now have my dream notebook in full swing, and since I had more dreams on the order of the two already discussed by Seth, I had my dream notebook open on the table as session time approached, in case these dreams were used in the material.

[...] And some evening I will turn the tables. [...]

[...] She’d mentioned a session earlier in the day, and so had I. At the same time she’d slept in her chair most of the day, and was doing so again at the card table, when I finally got out there at about 7:55. [...]

[...] And some evening I will turn the tables. [...]

(Here, as though for my benefit, since I am so interested in Frank Watts, Jane pounded upon the table I use as a writing desk.)

(On Saturday, May 9, 1964 at about 9:00 PM, I was sitting at the living room table reading Jane’s manuscript on ESP—the section dealing with her feeling of ecstasy, and the Saratoga experience.

[...] Perhaps in their room there is a rather elaborate lamp on a table that depicts a scene, that glows when it is lit.

I see flowers on the dining room table at his apartment. [...]

[...] She gave up walking with the aid of her typing table on November 16, according to my notes for the private session of that date.

[...] This is the last major stage we’re concerned with before a book is printed, other than okaying routine components like frontmatter proofs—meaning the table of contents, dedications, quotations from Seth and Jane, and so forth—and the index.

[...] Even the fact that by January 26 my wife hadn’t walked with her typing table for ten weeks played its part. [...]

[...] She did do some cooking on a hot plate I placed on the kitchen table, where we often ate lunch and supper, but I also cautioned her to be careful while using that appliance.

1. Jane typed this entry for her journal while sitting at a card table in our glassed-in front porch:

(For the first time in a very long while, most of last week’s mail remains unanswered—sitting in the basket on the table at the end of the couch. [...]

(Jane sat at the living room table with me and began speaking with her eyes closed, in a normal voice and at a good pace.)

[...] My energy has been silent but potent in this room, like that bottle of wine that sits upon the table. [...]

[...] “I know that sometimes I made myself sick to get out of stuff like diagramming sentences and doing multiplication tables, in Catholic grade school. [...]

[...] Remember the use of the playful creative abilities, because again they can lead you to further ideas that would trigger unanticipated positive results in Ruburt’s condition, as per your chair idea, the table in the kitchen, and so forth.

[...] Even as I sat beside her at the round card table in the living room, writing these notes, she kept nodding off into sleep. [...]