“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Her head was tipped down, her hands to her face.)

[...] And in the tip of your toe, in the most minute cell within your little toe, there is an energy and a knowledge and a power that you have not used and have not yet understood. [...]

[...] The tip of it began to glow. [...]

[...] She sat with one hand to her face, her head tipped down, speaking quietly. [...]

[...] Seth had never signed a book before—but did so now with a flourish, using a red felt-tip pen.)

[...] The vitality that rings, however distorted, through this voice rings through your own molecules and through the tip of your ear and through your (word lost).  This energy is a part of you that you have denied. [...]

[...] As she has done often lately, she spoke a good deal of the time while sitting forward in her rocker, her elbows resting on her knees, her head tipped down to some degree.)

Later your experiences themselves, within a dream, will tip you off as to which form you are using, so that you will know what is possible under these particular conditions.

It could be “tip-up time”. [...]

[...] The board gives us each a breathing spell, and is a method of saying good day or good evening or tipping one’s hat. [...]

[...] The fact that Ruburt experienced in the dream, or following it, no sense of either fateful predestination or even fear, was a tip-off that the dream was not clairvoyant in terms of a future prediction.

[...] I mentioned specifically Ruburt’s impression that the item had to do with a particular letter purposely, to tip him off, so to speak.

([Van Zandt:] “It’s on the tip of our tongues.”

[...] The dream also allowed you to see ahead of time beyond the surface of the situation which did arrive on Sunday, and you were much easier on your father Sunday because the dream tipped you off as to the tactics that your mother would use on one level, and also allowed you to punish yourself and your father symbolically rather than actually, for a violent tendency which is now apparent in him toward her, but is not as readily apparent, but repressed, in yourself.

[...] It can realize that its own knowledge represents the tip of the iceberg. [...]

[...] At one point here the definite feeling was that my thumbs especially were extending themselves through the tips, toward each other in an effort to meet across my body.

[...] For much of the delivery she sat leaning forward in her rocker, her head tipped down somewhat, and with her hands clasped as her elbows rested upon her knees. [...]

[...] She sat with her eyes closed, her face tipped down to meet the ashtray beside her. [...]

[...] If you recall, your outer senses, Joseph, tipped you off as to a message that your inner senses had been endeavoring to deliver. [...]

[...] Your ‘light is a mental enzyme’ tipped me off that you were ready for this discussion. [...]