“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The scientist begins tipping tables or whatever, and suddenly disgusted by the limits of scientific knowledge, he turns all of his dedication to what he thinks of as its opposite, or pure intuitive knowledge. [...]

[...] The feelings mentioned at the (supper) table were conscious at times, but he refused to acknowledge them.

[...] Jane now gets over to the breakfast table in perhaps half the time it took her when we began this series of sessions....)

[...] There you can move tables easily and well. [...]

[...] She was in trance before she laid her glasses on the coffee table between us. [...]

[...] What a pleasure it is to see her walk more easily, if only for a few steps at a time—and even if she leans upon a table for support, or whatever else may be handy.

[...] This can be compared in quite other terms to taking an object from one table and placing it in another room, and trying it out in various locations; but we will be working instead with feelings instead of vases, and psychological locations.

[...] The atoms and molecules that compose all objects, whether it be the body of a person, a table, a stone or a frog, know the great passive thrust of creativity that lies beneath their own existence, and upon which their individuality floats, distinct, clear and unassailable.

[...] Thoughts are not given the same validity as rocks or trees or beer cans (two of which sat on the coffee table between us at the moment) or automobiles. [...]

[...] Some of these cannot be touched, as a table can be touched, and yet are perceivable indirectly within the material world.

(Jane pounded upon the table for Seth.)

[...] She’s missed walking with her typing table lately, yet her steps from her chair to the couch often have been much steadier and better balanced, even though she’s still bent way over. [...]

[...] We burned incense during the evening, and while holding the seance sat at a coffee table and held hands.

[...] Jane and I had discussed the report at the supper table.)

[...] I will not interfere, for I know you have some business with your table to attend to. [...]

[...] Once again from the card table in the living room:)

[...] Physically, rooms in the house have opened to him, as with the kitchen, and the table (just delivered by Leonard) in the new room. [...]

[...] Those impulses quicken the physical changes, so that the two go together; as in the kitchen he now feels like standing, or wants to walk from the sink to the table.

[...] 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. [...]

(Jane then resumed as she sat at the table with me. [...]

[...] She said that Seth’s last remark came about because at the supper table this evening she’d told me, as she has before, that she still hasn’t read this book straight through, and has little idea of its organization. [...]