“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] As particular portions of matter are transformed, as the inner self, through the inner senses creates a simple material object that is picked up by the outer senses clearly as, say, a table, so are these other constructions that closely mirror inner reality that are perceived by the outer senses as effects.

(Jane tapped on the table.)

–and say this is a table, and nearly all will agree. [...]

[...] I presume it a kitchen, because of a table of that type.

In your enthusiasm (meaning table-play) you issue a blanket invitation to all. [...]

I should emphasize that it would be better for you not to play with tables at all, except here or in the company of others who are already familiar with such work.

[...] I asked Jane if she had given up using the typing table as a help in walking, and if so, why? [...] I said I needed reinforcement myself over my fears about her condition, and she answered that she might have to initiate a program of walking with the table, soon, if she didn’t spontaneously start doing more walking.

(Note: The next day, even though she’s mad at me, Jane walked a few steps with the table on two occasions, and did very well.)

[...] When I wish I could somehow make you understand that reality springs from your thoughts, and not the other way around, and that any given thought is far more real in basic terms than the table upon which Ruburt rests his foot (stamping upon the table with that foot). [...]

A cloth, like a handkerchief, laid upon the table, and a candle. [...]

[...] The table is a round one, with other straight-backed chairs nearby. [...]

[...] (Pause.) Now I think of two candles, and the piece of cloth is white, the cloth on the table.

[...] Two coins on the table. [...]

“We began by sitting at a small table in our living room. We covered the table with a piece of dark material. [...]

“I asked Jane to lay her wedding ring on the table. [...]

[...] Then to end this part of the demonstration, Seth had Jane place her hands side by side on the table, so that we could plainly see the difference between the two. [...]

[...] Since the mirror is tall and narrow, we had to crowd in close on three sides of the little table, in order to see our reflections. [...]

[...] But as mankind grows even more ambitious then the idea will cease to work for him, and it will be actually discarded on theoretical terms while it is still utilized in its limited fashion in practical mundane terms, as you still find the table useful in practical terms; although theoretically you realize that it is not a solid you still manufacture tables, and you will still use watches long after your scientists discover that the theory of successive passage of moments is antiquated and itself passé.

[...] An example being the spider’s web, and the table of a past discussion which is actually a conglomeration of atoms and molecules, loosely held together but experienced by your outer senses as a solid camouflage structure which can be used and manipulated in your camouflage existence.

(Jane smiled and tapped on my table.)

[...] I “saw” a white-covered table, with an item on it. [...] I then had the feeling that I glided over to the table, in some fashion, since I did approach the table. [...]

([Ron:] “Would you be aware of, say the pot on the table?”)

Only if I were interested in the pot on the table. [...]

As a pot on the table. [...]

[...] The table between Joseph and myself (Jane, in trance, sat with her feet upon our long narrow coffee table) does not feel invaded by the invisible particles that compose it. For that matter (amused), if you will forgive me for that old pun, the atoms and molecules that form the table today did not have anything to do with the table five years ago — though the table appeared the same then as now.

(Pause.) In the same way, quite separate identities can merge with others in a give-and-take gestalt, in which the overall intent is as clear as the shape of the table. [...]

[...] There were things I could do to rectify this though; and in the dream I did this, and awakened....a card table was involved somehow. [...]

Give us a moment … The hat on the table, while possessing all of the necessary paraphernalia of reality for that scene, might also, however, serve as a different kind of reference point for one of the other programs simultaneously occurring. In that reality, say program two, the entire configuration of hat and table may be meaningless, while still being interpreted in an entirely different way from a quite different perspective. There in program two the table might be a flat natural plain, and the hat an oddly shaped structure upon it — a natural rather than a manufactured one. [...]

[...] The point of any image at any given time in the picture showing might represent, for example, a top hat on a table. Everyone acting in that scene would view the hat and the table, and react accordingly with their own individual characteristics.

(End at 12:23 A.M. At the breakfast table some hours later, Jane told me that once again she’d “worked on Seth’s book all night.”

[...] I knew, or saw, that these lights came from ordinary table lamps with columnar shades of white fabric, and that they sat on a round oak table like the one in our living room. [...]

[...] Next, I painted a small oil of the lights emitted by the two table lamps in my waking experience. [...]

[...] We stood near the large plate-glass windows at the front of the store—quite exposed for all to see, in other words, including those eating at nearby tables, yet no one seemed to be paying any attention to us…. [...]

[...] This does not mean that you cannot travel to other planets, for example, within that physical universe, any more than it means that you cannot use tables to hold books, glasses, and oranges (as our coffee table did at that moment), although the table has no solid qualities of its own.

[...] I’m sure of this much: a group of people were with me at a large round table. [...]

[...] The things that paid off, the things that were indeed quite effective, were these: again, your chair suggestion —remind me to return to that, for I have not mentioned some other reasons why I would like it stressed—it being the chair; the table in the kitchen, with all of the implications of additional cooking and involvement; your remark (last week) that Ruburt’s face looked much better than it did in those old photographs; your bringing in the flowers; your lovemaking, which I will discuss; and Ruburt’s point-of-power exercises. [...]

He tried out new motions, getting up and down from the stool, for example, without his table, and Saturday he reaped certain benefits, getting up surprisingly easy often, and gaining some new confidence.

[...] Framework 2 operates beautifully when you let it, as per your suggestion about the chair, and the kitchen table. [...]

[...] She spoke as, following Seth’s suggestions, we sat at the round card table in the living room, waiting to see what might develop. [...]

[...] Jane said that while I was shopping today she’d dreamed or felt herself walking around the card table—not perfectly straight, but as though testing her weight upon her legs. [...]

[...] A.J.’s letter lay on my writing table.)

(Now Jane lay the letter on the table and bent over it, studying it.)

[...] We turned off the lights and sat at our table by the bay windows in the living room. [...]

(First we concentrated on trying to move a small brass ring lying on the table between us, without success. [...]

[...] Changing the position of one of his tables or some such can also give some practical help, simply because this breaks up posture patterns, which is advisable in the situation. [...]

(Jane brought up the idea at the supper table: Having the sessions printed up for distribution as a course which could be subscribed to. [...]

[...] Actually, I made an extra copy of this session so that Jane could pin it up on her bookcase beside her work table, for easy reference.)