“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Last night Jane held her ESP class at the home of Ruth Klebert, and was very successful in demonstrating table tipping. [...]

(Last night Jane had a very successful table-tipping session with her ESP class. [...]

(Jane’s head now began to tip to her left; eyes closed.)

[...] I admit that I sound old and ponderous—and yet, I would go tip-toeing through the tulips—and not feel a loss of dignity—nor worry about who saw me. [...]

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

(It will be recalled that in the 185th session Seth gave me some tips on how to help my hay fever through suggestion upon retiring at night. [...]

[...] In the past the balance of success versus failure in his eyes was so tipped at the failure end that he took but a mere breather of relief, then plunged ahead again with the same desperation. [...]

[...] The scientist begins tipping tables or whatever, and suddenly disgusted by the limits of scientific knowledge, he turns all of his dedication to what he thinks of as its opposite, or pure intuitive knowledge. [...]

[...] Jane sat motionless in her rocker now, head tipped to her left shoulder. [...]

On this hazy, lazy day
All thoughts drop to sudden end,
As if the sullen air
Into itself a puncture drew,
So trees and houses and all we know
Were gently drawn to follow through —
Then quickly, like a holocaust,
A container tipped at end at last —
All our thoughts slide away
Into a hole that time has made.

I am letting Ruburt handle that for his own experience—not that I do not tip the scales now and then at other levels.

[...] Indeed his finger bears even now a scar near the tip. [...]

[...] The nerves and the cellular structures at their tips take pictures. [...]

[...] As always, I thought she seemed transported as she sang so beautifully, sitting in her rocker with her head tipped back and her eyes closed. [...]

[...] Her head is usually tipped down in such movements and I can detect no opening of the eyes.

[...] The brooding, resentful inner mulling over of gallery problems is a tip-off that the panic bomb has been set off. [...]

[...] She sat quietly, with her head tipped back as she spoke. [...]

[...] If science wants to talk about the tree of life, of reptiles turning into birds, then we’ve certainly got the right to see all — or at least most — of the leaves on the tree, not just those at the tips of the branches.” [...]

[...] I dreamed that I had a cancerous wart or nodule right at the tip of my right thumb, where it bothered me to hold a brush or pencil. [...]

[...] It might be directly felt by the tip of your finger, but are the cells in your feet aware of it? [...]