“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Giving up chasing bugs, he now was busily tearing a small carton apart in the living room closet; the noise was surprisingly loud and came close to interfering with my hearing Jane clearly.)

[...] Eyes closed to hold back tears of humiliation, I felt my arms lifted by an orderly (long pause), my thin belly and ribs straining in the brightly lit room, my backside lifted and supported by two other strange arms, while a third person—I don’t want to sound too vulgar—

[...] There is a great wear and tear on the body, and an inexcusable exhaustion of its native energies.

[...] Once again Jane had been trying to give up cigarettes; this time the struggle lasted but a day or so, and ended in tears after supper this evening. [...]

[...] She was vehement and in tears over this on one occasion. [...]

[...] It is as though I’m tearing loose from a Jell-o mold. [...]

(A few days later, before a class which contained Marian’s daughter, the same teacher burst into tears without apparent cause, and fled the room. [...]

[...] Nor can I blame you for growing tired when after asking you to imagine this strange structure, I then insist that you tear it apart, for it is no more actually seen or touched than is the buzzing of a million invisible bees.

[...] You can go in and out of it, through it and back, without leaving a tear. [...]

[...] I put myself out to help you, and for this I get tears. [...]

[...] In the opening notes for that session, I quoted her as writing on December 7: “I do feel a blockage of expression; my ass hurts typing—a sweet soreness of joints I sit on that brings tears briefly; yet it is a stretching sensation.” [...]

[...] Yes,” I said, near tears. [...]

[...] “I do feel a blockage of expression; my ass hurts typing—a sweet soreness of joints I sit on that brings tears briefly; yet it is a stretching sensation, same right arm. [...]

[...] I painted my image of Jim with tiny crosses in the pupils of his eyes, and with his eyes themselves brimming with tears. [...]