“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It wasn’t that her psychic work, and the books, weren’t good, I said, or that they didn’t help people, but that they didn’t fit into the world as she saw it. [...]

[...] Part of it stuck out like wings, though they weren’t wings. [...]

The predictions weren’t the greatest, but they had a satisfying feel. [...]

(“We probably weren’t desperate enough.”

[...] Though we found them intriguing, we certainly weren’t convinced that Seth was someone who had survived death. [...]

[...] But they weren’t within the other, as in a double dream—”)

[...] The younger people, especially those who weren’t natives of the area to begin with, began to fan out across the nation, and even into foreign lands, continuously searching for more of that indefinable essence or quality many of them called “truth.” [...]

[...] Try as I might, I couldn’t find the proper adjective to describe the groin sensations; they weren’t ones of pain—but what?

[...] When you weren’t looking he was apt to hit you over the head with a rock for something you had said ten years ago, and completely forgotten. [...]

[...] “I knew we weren’t going to get a break until we finished that goddamn analogy,” Jane laughed after she’d come out of a good trance. [...]

(Pause at 11:47.) If you weren’t tired, I would continue.

[...] It seems that in recent years one of my main goals in life has been to pare down—or eliminate outright—a number of ideas and obligations and hassles that I’d finally realized weren’t worth the time to retain. [...]

Then tonight she began writing “a fun thing” about our cats, Billy and Mitzi, who are brother and sister just 10 months old now: “In the beginning, Billy and Mitzi weren’t even kittens yet, but only bits of sky and cloud that wanted to be pussycats. [...]

[...] But we weren’t ready to embark upon such an endeavor at this time.

I think Rob and I were angry at being brought up short, forced to face issues we weren’t ready to face. [...]

I might add that if the York Beach adventure was a strong sign for us of psychic development to come (even if we weren’t able to interpret much of it at first), then Jane’s reception a month later of her manuscript, Idea Construction, was another; and that experience contained obvious psychic elements. [...]

[...] and that we simply weren’t informed for whatever reasons. [...]

[...] When he discovered that we weren’t connected with the medical profession in any way, he asked what our interest was in the symposium. [...]

[...] And we weren’t in a hospital. [...]

[...] The criticisms could hurt if you weren’t prepared... [...]