“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] My pendulum told me often that the teeth were responding to my negative projections that the two volumes of “Unknown”weren’t going to make much of an impression in the mundane world, no matter what we said or did.

(“Maybe my feelings weren’t caused by any thing, but some kind of acceleration toward a state I couldn’t reach, instead of any great disclosure for the world,” Jane said a little later. [...]

I should note, by the way, that her bedsores weren’t infected when she went into the hospital, but were less than a week later. [...]

[...] We weren’t there to impose our beliefs upon anyone else. [...]

[...] I suppose both sides scored points, or exchanged information, but I told them we weren’t signing any admission papers. [...]

[...] “If it weren’t for all that mail we get, I’d try at least three sessions a week,” she added. [...]

[...] “There were long periods, weren’t there?” Jane asked as soon as she was out of it, meaning that she had been aware of the numerous long pauses in her delivery. [...]

(“Well, I guess we weren’t thinking of it.”)

(“I remember you said once that the inner senses weren’t as fluent.”

[...] They weren’t as red today, however. [...]

[...] I’ve also done this on a few nights when sessions weren’t held. [...]

[...] Naturally my feelings of being ashamed at the whole deal stemmed from my much deeper fright at the situation, and my growing fears that we weren’t getting far in coping with the situation. [...]

(By 9:30 I couldn’t believe it: We weren’t going to have a session after all—and just when we needed one most. [...]

[...] Betts and Loren brought the meal—half of which I supposed we weren’t allowed to eat, I told Jane. [...]

[...] However, she said things weren’t just right; she felt there was a disturbance at the other end—it wasn’t coming through as strong from “there.” [...]

[...] Jane told Carole that it was okay to use the Seth name as long as claims weren’t made that the two Seths were one and the same, especially the Seth who was producing the Seth books. [...]

[...] His ideas were well received in Europe at the time, but weren’t in this country to any large degree. [...]

[...] Oddly enough, the results weren’t bad at all, but his attitude was so poor that only five girls took part in the experiment. [...]

[...] It was summer; hardly anyone knew of the sessions yet, and Seth’s full voice, rising out on the nighttime air, would have raised questions we weren’t ready to answer. [...]

[...] They weren’t put into writing because of the beliefs of the times.)

[...] (Jane dictates:) You weren’t alive at that time.

(We weren’t sure what Seth meant by this.)

[...] I’d hoped that my prospectus would be followed quickly by a contract; and the other portions of the dreams weren’t too cheerful either.

[...] No one seemed hurt, and the cars weren’t smashed badly. [...]