“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] They included a projection through the eastern wall of our living room, and a “visitor” who returned with her; the Latin title of a book; her awareness of a third eye; some material, with diagrams, of me as a monk who wrote manuscripts in an underground chamber that he later sealed; a vision of Seth in a brown robe, looking as I’ve painted him—but the brown robe was “too easy,” Jane said suspiciously. [...]

[...] (Pause at 10:07.) He has had a male visitor within the hour.

[...] The visitor was tall and thin, dark, with glasses. [...]

He felt that your visitors came to see the public image (as they certainly did, I’d say), and felt inferior by contrast. [...]

(Ordinarily this session would have been held next Saturday, but we have visitors scheduled for that evening.

[...] Now the visitors that have been here until this evening had a part to play in that experiment. [...]

[...] We do not often get visitors after midnight; this friend has visited us perhaps three times in the last year, so we can say his arrival was unexpected.

That is also why it is easier, generally speaking, for Ruburt to receive such information in the evening, because you are jointly free of limitations that might hamper you at other times of the day — not simply that visitors might arrive more usually then, but because you yourselves are less visited by preconceptions of what you are supposed to do in any given hour of the day.

[...] After she hung up Jane told me that before the session she’d had the feeling we would be interrupted in some way— probably through a visitor; but she hadn’t told me beforehand.

Good evening to you all and welcome to our new friends here and to our visitors. [...]

[...] I have only a few comments to make, however, but everyone, including our visitors, everyone who comes here comes for a reason simply as you come together in any context for a reason. [...]

[...] We’re curious about all of those other disciplines in the arts, sciences, and humanities, of course, so we always look forward to such visitors — though sometimes any new relationship “takes,” and sometimes it doesn’t.

[...] You send out messages to the stars because you are lonely, and events or visitors are one of your main methods of gaining experience and knowledge. [...]

My heartiest greetings to our visitors.

The Visitor

Then my visitor sat with my husband,
And smiled out through my eyes at the cat.
With me out of the way, he seemed quite at home.
“Good evening. [...]

[...] My best regards to your two visitors, and we may indeed meet again.

(“Sunday afternoon before our visitors came,” she wrote, “I’d begun reading a book by Ralph Waldo Emerson [the poet and philosopher who lived from 1803–82]. [...]

For Dr. Instream in general, visitors from out of town today. [...]

[...] John Bradley was a visitor.

[...] He may not want to have visitors at times. [...]

[...] I did think that practically all of our unannounced visitors were young people because the Seth material attracted them much more easily than older generations. [...]