“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The man who threw in his burden ahead of time was your father. [...]

It is not so much that he personified the elements of nature as that he threw his personality into its elements and rode them, so to speak. [...]

[...] Both Ruburt and Joseph threw open their two apartments. [...]

[...] And I’m sure that you are each aware of the implications that are involved, in your saving ways —in your dislike of waste (re our new dehumidifier, some old soup I threw out, wine, etc).

His intent in Framework 2 was so clear that his creative spontaneity was retained to a large degree despite the blankets he threw upon it. [...]

[...] Then science threw out the entire thesis: Man wasn’t at the center of the universe anymore. [...]

[...] My next question, about the back, then threw her off, seeming to come instantly after the previous question, and she couldn’t make contact with Seth’s entity. [...]

[...] Then he threw the ball to me, and I nearly fell flat on my face. [...]

[...] Seth threw me another: “Something bright and small also, beneath this overhanging or threatening portion.” [...]

[...] Leafing through it, Jane became so angered at the poor suggestions it contained that she threw it across the room.

Now it’s later and he’s just sort of sitting there and he’s drinking and they’re in the kitchen and she threw something—and she says now she’d rather he (pause) was really full of life again like he was… Rather than like an old man…

[...] I threw open a kitchen window when Jane called my attention to that familiar honking sound. [...]

He threw this thought back to his personal subconscious, but by association it triggered memory of a previous death by cancer, which was then played back through the dream. [...]

[...] They represent concentrated experience in which Ruburt threw aside “for a time” the known beliefs of Framework 1, its laws and regulations.

[...] This led him to think of his old home, for in the afternoon the shadow of its roof threw a pyramid shadow form upon the road.

[...] He then threw out the God concept as a question for general discussion. [...]

(Seth:) Since there are no physical universities, and since I threw out those statements with my own purposes in mind, then it follows that those who are interested must find their own way; and that their imagination and will must drive them to find their own methods. [...]

(“I don’t know,” Jane said, then suddenly jumped on the couch and threw up her hands, eyes still closed, in the obvious grip of urgent strong emotion: “I don’t know —slam—slam brakes!” Jane cried and yelled out, almost hysterical. [...]

[...] The situation was simply the point at which the cat, in self-defense, threw back the destructive energy which it had received, and I must say in fury and full measure, and in the only way it knew.

[...] As she started to read this chant to us, she suddenly threw her head back and wailed the words in an extremely loud voice; she then remained in trance for five minutes or so, and began to speak in a liquid, near-whisper:

[...] You hit this and threw it, but it did not fly up, and the color mixed well with the pile of leaves there. [...]