“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I sought to reassure her, but later when I went into her study to ask about something else, I found her looking quite distressed as she sat at her typewriter. [...]

[...] The dream became Chapter 1 of the book, and inspired the rest of it; she’s having great fun writing the story, and is sending it to Tam chapter by chapter as it comes out of her typewriter — a procedure she’s never followed before. [...]

[...] The black girl at the typewriter had the papers all made out, from the information Dr K. had given last February when she’d talked of transferring Jane from the Arnot. [...]

(Jane became so excercised by those answers that she scribbled her own notes and doodles [some of which are presented here], then pounded out on her typewriter, misspellings and all, her further reactions before tonight’s session.)

Now however he feels under pressure, hence the pressure again in the abdomen, again connected with his work; for he feels that he must be at the typewriter five or six hours steadily, daily, or he is not keeping up his part of the bargain.

[...] Creative time and cultural time to some extent merged, in that you could see daily immediate evidence of creativity’s product, coming out of the typewriters, say, like any product off an assembly line. [...]

(I have indicated the highlights of both sides of the object by typewriter; actually it was printed in two columns, instead of the one I have indicated. [...]

[...] Father Ryan gave Ruburt his first typewriter, and desk, and bed. [...]

[...] Besides the handwriting, I tried the typewriter. [...]

[...] It was just that she’s always used longhand or a typewriter for her own work, she said, and never dictated it, as many writers do these days. [...]

[...] Instead of going to my typewriter at 8:00 A.M. as usual, I lay down and set the alarm for 9:30.1 gave myself the suggestion that I would go to sleep, recognize my state when I began to dream and project my consciousness out of my body. [...]

[...] in the mornings while Jane writes at home for the same period, she has taken up the habit of experimenting with psychological time at about 11:30 AM, after her stint at the typewriter, and just before she gets lunch.

[...] She also tried twice to use the typewriter. [...]

[...] As I sat at the typewriter in my studio, I was flooded with perceptions of myself as such a woman: Pursued by an armed English military officer, she ran for her life down a hilly village street. [...]

[...] When I went out to see what Jane was up to I was greeted with her breakthrough accomplishment—one that, to put it mildly, was to lead to very unexpected challenges and growths in our lives: Jane held up a sheaf of typewriter paper upon which she had scribbled in large handwriting an essay that had come to her as fast as she could write it down: The Physical Universe as Idea Construction. [...]