“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Jane feared the book, which she regards as the beginning of Oversoul Seven, would be lost in a tiny printing. [...]

[...] Many of them felt tiny, alone, and powerless. [...]

[...] In the ash tree just starting to get leaves beside the windows of 330, I saw a tiny yellow bird flitting about among the branches. [...]

It was impossible for me to even approach with mundane physical paint the pulsating brilliance of that tiny bit of the “light of the universe” that I allowed myself to experience at the top of the nearly-closed door.

3. Let’s define the cell in ordinary terms as a tiny, very complex unit of protoplasm. [...]

Now: A tiny note to you. [...]

[...] Jane said that when the session began she had a tiny hint of first encountering Seth’s personality, and then of going beyond this to the other.

You are told what to look for; you are as cursed — far more — as any native in a tiny village, only you lose breasts, appendixes, and other portions of your anatomy. [...]

[...] As she puts it: “Just off to the right of my cheek there’s this little figure, this tiny little me that I can send places and do things with.” [...]

Now he did a good job on the chapter, and it will help him if he imagines the entire book to be a young beautiful sapling that moves easily with each breeze, the nerves like tiny unseen branches, soft and flexible, going even out from his body.

[...] The ego is merely the tiny pinhead that sticks up and pierces physical reality. [...]

(A tiny point of light grew on the edge of the ring. [...]

[...] Seth obviously elaborated on that material here, but instead of quoting it in Appendix 18 also, I thought of letting the reader first come across it in this session; and so, to whatever tiny extent, this additional information now alters each reader’s present reality by changing his or her conception of that Jane-Ruburt-Seth relationship.

[...] We have a lovely large apartment that has, unfortunately, a tiny closet-sized kitchen. [...]

(When we asked for a full levitation, it seemed the table did its best to achieve this, getting all legs off the floor except the last tiny point of contact of the third leg; it would then go in circles beneath our hands, or begin to dance about, eventually. [...]

I want you to understand the nature of your inner self or, for your friend over here (to Joel Hess) the nature of your soul, for it is a focal point of reality from which other realities spring and not imprisoned in tiny boxes of days or weeks or months, or even of centuries. [...]

[...] She said the dot data referred to the tiny red lines on the eyeballs of the drawing; to her they appeared to be dots, being quite small.

[...] The two tiny kitchens show clearly that the nourishment of food has been given the last spot, in both of your lives. [...]

[...] A strange man [or is it a conscious projection of one of us?] forms a tiny Colonial-type house in the air, and it enlarges until it’s regular size. [...]

“A tiny point of light grew on the edge of the ring, but by moving my arm, I discovered I could make the light wink off and on. [...]