“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I saw waves of sand gracefully rise up from the bow of the freighter. [...]

[...] This state is distinguished by a slower breathing pattern and, unless other directions are given, by a somewhat lowered temperature and longer alpha waves; a slower frequency.

(Jane now paused, waved a hand and frowned. [...]

[...] I caught a glimpse of the drawing as she waved it briefly in my direction.)

(Holding the sketch up, Jane waved it in my direction.)

[...] Jane was walking on the other side of a long black shiny car hood; she looked at me, smiled and waved a greeting.

[...] They saw themselves as vulnerable solitary points of egos, riding perilously and unprotected upon the tumultuous waves of involuntary processes.

[...] Indeed Ruburt read an article this afternoon on brain waves, but I tell you that you send out messages of abundance or want.

[...] Do not use the intellect like a shiny banner to wave from your windows. [...]

[...] Waving the feather through the air, I flew back and forth again several times so that, watching the feather, the men could follow my progress above them.

[...] I know women were brought to us, but, smiling, we waved them away, preferring to talk to our old comrades first. [...]

[...] Some quite frankly prefer to die in what others would consider to be the most dire circumstances — swept away by the raging waves of an ocean, or crushed in an earthquake, or battered by the winds of a hurricane.

[...] But then another wave of intense emotion swept over her: “Ah, hon... [...]

[...] and so forth, I felt the discomfort in the left groin sweep over me in waves. [...]

The electron is one of the wave-particles in motion adjacent to the atom’s nucleus. [...]

[...] But all of it came through in a peculiar way, Jane continued, “as if I were equipped with mental earphones … This material is somehow being transmitted directly on to my brain waves; automatically; yet in a wild way without disturbing my own thinking. [...]

(Pause.) You think of entities as particles, for example, rather than as waves of energy, aware and alert, or as patterns. [...]

[...] This involves the transfer of conscious energy from a home system to an alien one, and certain more or less automatic changes must be made from system to system, involving the use of brain waves, certain patterns being normal in different systems.

[...] And as I watched it strike the ground, I felt a wave of sensation sweep over me, the rich tingling, the feeling of perhaps an inner wind that I described first in the 24th session. [...]

[...] She grinned and waved at us. [...]

[...] Once, he grabbed the notes from the bureau and approached me like some wrathful god, waving them in my face. [...]

[...] With a gesture of despair, she waved at the floor-to-ceiling bookcases and at the magazines piled on the coffee table. [...]