“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Space can be formed into tables and chairs, mountains and continents, but space is not dependent upon tables or chairs, mountains or continents. [...]

[...] Now I want you, Joseph, to set up a procedure with a dream notebook at your side of the bed—a decent table or whatever to hold it, and a psychological set begun; for you have thus far not taken those simple important steps.

(Now as the discussion progressed the three of us sat in the living room around our coffee table, staring into the open bath door and exchanging half-joking remarks about apparitions. [...]

[...] She sat on the divan, her legs drawn up beneath her, across the coffee table from me. [...]

(As Jane delivered the above material in quite an animated fashion, Bill picked up a piece of paper lying on the coffee table, and Jane’s pen. [...]

[...] Her cigarette had burned very short; stabbing her hand toward an ash tray on the coffee table, she struck it a glancing blow on the rim and knocked it aside. [...]

[...] Now without pausing in particular she got up from her favorite Kennedy rocker and sat in a chair across the table from me. [...]

[...] Your party, at which I was present occasionally (sitting across from me still, Jane tapped on the table, her eyes very dark and wide) was of great benefit, as you know. [...]

[...] She had been aware of leaving her rocker to sit opposite me at the table, where she remained until break, and had been surprised at her doing so.

(Jane resumed in the same rather active manner, again sitting at the table with me, at 9:44.)

[...] Jane still hasn’t been going to the john more than three times a day, nor have we yet tried point 4 on my list: taking one step a day with the aid of the typing table. [...]

(“What do you think about the idea of one step at a time with the typing table each day?”)

(“Can you give him a suggestion that would help him with the table, and going to the john?”)

[...] I’ve made things for her before.² Recently she had been having trouble comfortably lifting her hands high enough to reach her typewriter as it sat upon either the oak table in her writing room, or upon her standard metal typing table. I took the time to build a lower, very solid table whose top rides just above her knees as she sits in her office chair; she can operate her typewriter much more easily at that lower level. [...] [Nor is her handwriting as steady as it used to be.] As she typed on December 3: “Rob just made a new wooden typing table, right height, etc, and I am trying it out now. [...]

[...] “Rob and Seth started us on a new program and though we’ve hardly begun, I do feel some relieved more peaceful,” she typed in part on the morning of the 5th as she sat at her new low table, “yesterday i felt the place clicking about me. [...]

[...] Our program of self-help gradually began to diminish, as had many of them before.⁸ Finally, in an effort to cheer up Jane one day as she sat idly at the typing table in her writing room, I tried a variation of a tactic that had worked so well for her inception of Seth’s The Nature of the Psyche almost six and a half years ago: This time, standing in back of her, I put my arms around her and rolled a clean sheet of paper into her typewriter—but here’s the note she wrote the next day:

[...] He went back to his studio and I closed my eyes trying to visualize my [psychic] library;⁹ nothing, I tried again and just as suddenly I saw a woman seated opposite me [at] the living room table.”

[...] She stood beside my table, waiting. [...]

(Now Jane perched on the table, sitting down upon it, and laughed and pointed at me.)

(Kneeling beside an old-fashioned living room table with a shelf underneath it, I saw a foot-high pile of Jane’s drawings and paintings. [...]

[...] My two brothers, Loren and Dick, and I were in a room something like a courtroom, seated behind a long low polished dark-colored table. [...]

[...] The steps he has taken without putting his full weight on the table, for example, are highly important. He should look for that impulse each time he walks with the table. [...]

As yourself, you were the observer of the conflict, which took place at the table where Ruburt’s conversations with you took place, and his conversations with Tam over the telephone. [...]

[...] You form the reality that you know, and even though the table holds up your arms and you may lean upon it and write, I still tell you that the table is not solid. [...]

[...] You form the reality that you know, and even though the table holds up your arms and you may lean upon it and write, I still tell you that the table is not solid.

[...] She took a few steps without the aid of her table or chair each time—very encouraging progress for her, and fitting in with what Seth has had to say recently about her coming spontaneous urges to begin walking again. [...]

[...] In a way, you perceive your consciousness almost as you perceive the smooth surface of the coffee table (indicated). [...]

[...] Just beyond my board is a very large table that is used to spread out very large printed sheets before they are cut up into individual cards, etc. This table is perhaps three feet away. [...]

[...] The plant sits on a taboret beside my drawing table. [...]

It is as much camouflage as the glass on the table, (pointing) and its knowledge must come through the physical system. [...]

(After receiving the above material I moved over to a table to make notes on it. [...]

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

(After an instant of surprise, ears up, he jumped down from the divan, across the coffee table between us, and up into Jane’s lap while she was still in trance. [...]

At mid-afternoon yesterday I lay down for a nap on the waterbed, so I could be close to Jane, who sat at the card table. [...]

[...] She still sat at the card table, of course. [...]

[...] He’s given us those books and manuscripts” —I pointed to them, stacked up on the picnic table—“and he wants my wife to read them. [...]

[...] who sits at a desk or table that has a lamp on it. Not a table lamp type of thing, but a desk lamp variety, perhaps of brown metal. [...]

[...] There was a lighted candle on the coffee table before the group, and as Seth was speaking the flame increased noticeably in height. [...]

(“Well, you’d better come over here [to the card table] and let me take a stab at it before I fall asleep,” Jane said at 8:07. [...]

[...] “Boy, it sure seems like a strange night to me,” Jane said as we sat waiting for a session at the card table at 8:27. [...]

(This brings us to the first item in the test data, “Two people at a table with straight chairs.” On February 7 Jane and I spent several hours at the Inn, seated on straight backed chairs at a dining table, ready to answer questions from all and sundry.

A banquet by your cat lover, with long narrow tables. [...]

Two people at a table with straight chairs.

[...] Not to the establishment itself, but to the particular table we sat at with the other two couples. Its location, in one corner of the place, is unique; it sits on a raised platform perhaps two feet higher than the other tables; the dance band is on the left, the fireplace on the right, with an excellent view of the dance floor in between. The table itself is round, and backed up by a wide circular leather-covered divan-type of seat. [...]

(The envelope object for tonight’s 35th experiment was a beer coaster that I picked up from our table last Saturday evening, at our favorite dining and dancing establishment here in Elmira. [...]

[...] She appears to have no memory of opening her eyes on such occasions; if she does slit them open I cannot tell, even from my position across a narrow table from her.