“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She added that she thought their teacher was standing at the table by the windows. [...]

[...] A connection with wood, rather strongly, as of many trees, and another connection with a long wooden table, as of a picnic table. (Pause.)

[...] This one taken in California, and the other one of the two of you, taken at your New York glen, by a picnic table, in which your images are almost hidden by the trees.

[...] He sits now (at 10:09) at a table like a card table, I believe alone, with a game of some sort before him, or at least with a board such as a checkerboard. (Pause.)

The object before him on the table does have checks upon it. [...]

[...] Sitting across the table from me, Jane appeared ready to continue beyond closing time.

A cloth, like a handkerchief, laid upon the table, and a candle. [...] Now I think of two candles, and the piece of cloth is white, the cloth on the table.

[...] It was held in the same executive conference room as all the other seminar meetings; as stated, tables were long and narrow, with theater-type chairs. Lunch was also served at these tables each day).

[...] (Pause.) Something now turned up, on a desk or table. [...]

Perhaps in their room there is a rather elaborate lamp, on a table, that depicts a scene, that glows when it is lit.

(Starting yesterday, Jane began her walking exercises with the typing table by using a pillow under her arms. [...] Already she’s talking about using something on the table to help her stand even straighter. [...]

[...] We stood before a crude wooden table we were going to use as an operating table. [...]

[...] The article goes into detail about the scientists who have watched the psychic surgeon operate at his home in the Philippines, and about the surgeon’s home and “operating room,” which is but a shack containing a crude wooden-slatted table. [...]

[...] We sat at our dark-topped walnut table in the living room. [...]

(Now Jane remarked that at times as she sat at the table, her hands seemed to disappear; that is, she could no longer see them, although she was not worried that they did not exist. [...]

[...] I had it while sitting quietly in the dark with Jane at our walnut table in the living room. [...]

[...] I am obviously dictating this book, speaking through Ruburt, while Joseph sits on the couch across from a very specific coffee table, taking down my words.

(This re an entity, AA, received when Jane practices table-tipping with one of her ESP students, Venice McCullough.)

[...] The experiments with the table only represent a beginning for Ruburt. [...]

[...] Chairs and tables, the ceilings and the floors, may seem very real and solid — quite permanent — while you by contrast may feel yourself to be highly vulnerable, caught in a moment between birth and extinction. [...]

(The supper tray sat on the bed table, so after getting my pad and pen ready I leaned on top of the tray and wrote that way:)

[...] He does not have a responsibility to sit constantly at his table, as if creative ideas could only find him there. This does not mean, again, that there is anything wrong with his sitting at his table five hours steadily if he wants to, but that he must loosen his beliefs about work and responsibility. [...]

[...] I am sorry you are not moving tables for me this evening. [...]

[...] Do not worry about tables chasing you about the room. [...]

[...] She slept late, spent time at her table in the living room, read the mail—which contained some excellent pieces, by the way —but as far as I know did no notes or other writing.

[...] Frank Longwell dropped in as I began moving furniture in the morning, and helped greatly as we repositioned a couple of heavy tables. [...]

Now, our educated friend over here knows full well and better than any of you that the table is made of atoms and molecules, but it does not forbid him from using the table very nicely as a prop, and so you can still use the prop with which you are familiar, but you must realize that is all they are. [...]

—but you made some leeway with Ruburt in your last remarks (which I’ve forgotten as I type this) and I would like him to examine his normal habits in the light of what I said about his table and arrangements. [...]

These are most important of course around the table, since you both eat and he works there. [...]

There are four men at a table, and we are under discussion. [...]

[...] She said she had a very “hazy” impression, as Seth talked, of a group of figures at a table. [...]

[...] He saw himself trying to walk without the table the other morning, spontaneously, and before breakfast—a sign of future physical motion of that nature. [...]

[...] She sat once again in the Kennedy rocker, across from my writing table, and dictated the material with her eyes closed. [...]

[...] She spoke with much emphasis and rapped upon my table several times. [...]

(Jane had left the couch, and now she rapped on the table before me for emphasis.)

[...] She was now sitting across the table from me as she dictated. [...]

[...] Still sitting across the table from me, she remarked that if Seth had promised, earlier, to maintain the road to the house for us, she would have gone through with the deal. [...]