“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] A couple of days ago we narrowed the cause down to the fact that since her hips and legs began to act up so, she’s been taking ten arthritis-strength Bufferin a day; this has been going on for a month or so, and is far more than she usually took. [...]

(At the end of the last session, which was held the day before yesterday, Jane told me that Seth had the rest of Chapter Ten planned; tonight, now, she said she didn’t have the slightest idea of how Seth would continue his work on the chapter.

(After the last session, I told Jane that I was most intrigued by Seth’s assigning two headings to Chapter Ten, but the dilemma was hardly very complicated.)

[...] The heading referring to the soul in chemical clothes is for the next chapter (Ten), which is the first chapter in Part Two.

[...] Jane said she thought the delivery had taken perhaps ten minutes instead of the twenty-five it had actually taken. [...]

[...] Midway through this process he tried to catch himself, but he believed that his body could not handle the heat — and that belief outweighed his intent to change his thoughts, so they kept returning for perhaps ten minutes.

[...] Jane was well dissociated; she thought that perhaps ten minutes had passed, where actually 20 minutes had gone by.

(We rested for perhaps ten minutes. [...]

[...] I’ve found myself waking up early in the morning, stewing about her condition; usually I get up and eat breakfast alone, then call Jane by ten AM. [...]

Ten minutes a day to begin with is quite sufficient. [...]

([Pete:] “Well Seth, I was extremely bothered by my brother’s reaction to what you said about the August 20th five and ten race—you told Steve not to bet on it. [...]

[...] After five or ten minutes Jane felt better, and had a cigarette.]

[...] You had indeed a very short life, dying at nine or ten, of diphtheria. [...]

I told you that the affair would work out well (Rose) and you can, I believe, expect further developments during the next ten days in particular. [...]

Now these are my week’s suggestions, and I want, beside what I have just given you, a ten-minute badminton session daily, or pounding of the pillow for a lesser time—but one or the other. [...]

Ten-o-seven. [...]

(Smile.) You need not paint one neck with ten heads, but the one portrait can be made to suggest previous structures and characteristics that have merged to produce the present head. [...]

[...] During break I had wondered, for instance, how long it would take to supplant a negative habit that had existed for say ten years, with a positive one.)

[...] At the same time, by session time she was quite upset and irritable—appalled, really—at the content of some of the letters she’d read—this, we agreed, because we usually would focus more on the one negative letter compared to the ten positive ones—and by far most of them were very positive, friendly, sometimes even adulatory. [...]

[...] He should feel free anytime to walk, and if it is ten times a day, the both of you should be grateful—for he continues his progress. [...]

Now you remember his ribs hurt him for ten days or so, and that then that discomfort largely vanished. [...]