“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She rises before dawn and makes herself “a simple quick breakfast” — just so she can read, make some notes, and watch the sky lightening outside the kitchen window. [...] And, as she just wrote for me, on April 3, 1976, “I always feel an odd, right, somehow sturdy satisfaction, as if someone should be up to watch the day come; and it’s me.”

[...] Like I feel the day knows, when I watch the dawn come.

[...] As I watched my father grow older, with an accompanying progressive loss of memory and function, I used to wonder why he didn’t consciously revise his response to life — and why I never saw any indication that he wanted to. [...] Nor did I merely wish he would change just so that I could avoid the pain I felt watching him deteriorate. [...]

[...] I watched my father go through the ravages of senility; he died in November 1971, at the age of 81. [...]

[...] I had been watching it, but she spilled none. [...]

[...] I watched her closely, ready to interrupt if the experimental delivery seemed to be taxing. [...]

(I was watching as best I could for any effect of transposition or facial change, but had noted none.)

[...] A flash flood watch is in effect—nothing to worry us on our hill! [...]

[...] We had certainly enjoyed watching the raccoon. [...]

(V. whispered to T. asking if he was watching the tape.) I sipsise (?) [sic] whispers. [...]

[...] Watch the ways you utilize your energy. [...]

[...] In their dream bodies men had watched the spectacle of animals “killing” other animals, and they saw the animals’ dream bodies emerge unscathed.

[...] They watched the drama of the “hunter” and the “prey,” seeing that each animal contributed so that the physical form of the earth could continue—but the rabbit eaten by the wolf survived in a dream body that men knew was its true form. [...]

[...] We will have some talks together when the hour is earlier and my keeper here is not watching after me so carefully. [...]

[...] Besides, I’m bored, sitting around watching TV all night. [...]

Now, your friend had been to the Olympics (last month, at Lake Placid, New York), and he was charged by the great physical vitality that he felt watching that athletic panorama. [...]

[...] Since we have been watching it Searle stock has fluctuated somewhat. [...]

[...] Suggestions could even be given so that he learned to understand his own aggressiveness through watching himself in the dream state.

[...] We also had the privilege throughout the afternoon of watching a “holiday special” on TV—three Godzilla/King Kong movies in a row. [...]

[...] She will do this with her mother, for instance, while they watch a late movie on TV, etc. [...]

[...] I will give a full explanation of your table episodes shortly, and I shall stay and watch your efforts. [...]

[...] We constantly checked each other, also watching our feet. [...]

(Last night we watched on television Alan Neuman’s show on the paranormal. [...]

It is difficult to explain some of these issues, for in doing so I have to watch your attitudes, to avoid any concentration upon seeming contradictions. [...]

[...] As he had watched her very mood, he watched yours, and for a short time he interpreted your actions in a very accusing light toward himself.

[...] He watched his every word and action with you during your illness. [...]

[...] Incidentally, I depend upon you, Joseph , now, to watch the volume of the voice. [...] Watch for tendencies, and then we can control it better.

[...] I had indeed been watching the volume of her voice, for several times during this delivery I thought I noticed a tendency to escalate in volume. [...]

Twice a week when evening comes (as most of my readers know) while our neighbors go to movies, or shopping plazas, or just have friends in to watch television, I go into a trance,¹ “become” Seth, and take on a kind of a second life, or a life within a life. [...]

[...] Rob and I took an hour’s nap, though, and ate supper at the coffee table while watching the evening news. [...]

Tonight, during a pleasant supper time, our friends Ruburt and Joseph watched a television production based upon the Cinderella fairy tale. [...]

2. Jane and I watched an adaptation of the Westernized Cinderella fairy tale, of course. [...]

[...] Jane remembered to tell me that last night two students had watched as an aide checked her catheter and Foley. [...]

[...] “Watch me—I’m afraid I’ll fall asleep. [...]

[...] You have tried to watch your comments concerning food to some degree. [...]