“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Tables and chairs here of modest wood. [...]

[...] They are around a round table, in a fairly large room that seems to be empty except for themselves. [...]

[...] They were looking down at bed or table, which also seemed to be my own observation point of them. [...]

(Jane tapped upon the table for emphasis.)

[...] I had the typewritten description on the table before me. [...]

(Next, I seemed to look down a narrow lighted corridor at the back of myself as I sat at a desk or table. [...]

[...] The sounds of the package, for example (as Seth, Jane crumpled an empty cigarette package), or the fingernails across the table (demonstrated), are magnified, for in the cellular world they are an important outside-the-self cosmic event — messages of great importance. [...]

[...] She stared at me from across the table.)

[...] Paper and pen were on the bedside table. [...]

[...] She stared at me and tapped upon the table for emphasis. [...]

[...] A man’s hat on a table next to a shell, such as a seashell. [...]

[...] While at work in my own writing room I occasionally hear her talking to herself as she sits at her card table in the living room, just down the hall: I’ve learned that on such occasions, she’s asleep and often dreaming aloud, solving the psychological equations continually arising among the levels of her psyche as she pursues her chosen learning processes. [...]

(For emphasis Jane knocked on the table top. [...]

[...] It is true to say that in one sense both you and Ruburt are a part of the table and the chair, and the room in which they sit.

(Jane resumed at 10:48, sitting across the table from me.)

(Here, Jane tapped on the table I use as a writing desk, for emphasis.)

(Our kitchen is very small; seemingly too small to hold a table and chairs along with the icebox, stove, sink, etc.)

[...] I found two sources in Seth Speaks. In Chapter 7, see the 530th session for May 20, 1970, at 10:02: “There are realities that are ‘relatively more valid’ than your own … your physical table [for example] would appear as shadowy in contrast … You would have a sort of “supertable” in those terms. [...]

[...] Rob and I in living room area; I told him about the mailman and all of a sudden I had the odd and striking feeling as I walked around my table that I passed through a “hole of nothingness”—and passed out of it again immediately. [...]

[...] I replied that I was glad we were all in fine form; and instead of breaking, Jane once more pounded the table, then continued in a most vehement and pleased manner. [...]