“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] A second later I was at her left side, having to go around the coffee table to reach her.

A blue vase (long pause) of glass on a stand or table in a smallish room. [...]

[...] I became aware that another figure was seated at a table just in front of the robed figure, with its head, also shadowed, turned toward the robed one. [...]

[...] (Seth-Jane spoke emphatically, rapping upon the coffee table between us.) Because of this, physically speaking and in life as you think of it, the mind is to a large extent dependent upon the brain’s growth and activity. [...]

[...] Not enough to make a beach of your own, perhaps, but a handful in the middle of your living room table would be quite an achievement.

[...] She smoked while speaking, and for the most part sat or kneeled on the floor before our long coffee table; these are favorite positions of hers, not at all unusual when we have company.

[...] This head sat on our living room table across the room from the wine decanter. [...]

(“Twenty minutes later I’m sitting at the front living room table, feeling relaxy and good about things, when I catch an odd brief but lovely experience; something happened momentarily; I felt as if I was seeing with all of me, instead of just with my eyes.... [...]

[...] I have a Dazor lamp, a standard piece of equipment, fastened to my drawing table at work. [...]

[...] A table lamp is visible directly in back of Jane. [...]

[...] I felt his head pushing effortlessly through the glass, and exclaimed about this to Jane, who sat at her usual place at the breakfast table just in back of me. [...]

(Seth actually made an elaborately humorous request for the dash in the last sentence: Jane, her eyes very dark, leaned far forward over our coffee table and spoke to me in a soft voice.)

(Jane’s cigarettes lay on the table beside her. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) Beside him a table and a golden goblet. [...]

[...] Much of the time she cradled her cheek on her crossed arms, supported by the table. [...]

[...] I wondered if again Seth was keeping her from her cigarettes, which lay on the table before me.)

[...] She looked at it briefly and laid it down on the coffee table. [...]

(Still quite amused, Jane pointed to a kind of barrier arrangement of bookcases that we had set up, to shield the table at which Jane writes from the rest of the room. [...]

(Jane now paused beside my table, her eyes closed. [...]

(I asked Jane to handle the envelope carefully as soon as she came out of trance, and to lay it flat on the table while opening both envelopes, etc., in order to see if the small object was in a left-hand corner. [...]