“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Sunday, and until late at night, Jane had been reading The Winthrop Woman, a book about American colonial life in the 1600’s by Anya Seton. [...]

[...] He’s known many places on earth, and many loves as man and as woman, but I’ll bet that even now his experiences are still new, and that he reinforces Jane’s living feelings for each one of us. [...]

[...] He meets a woman who was a close friend of a male friend of his, who has since died. [...]

[...] Jane said she believed she meant to say woman here instead of man, and that this data is another oblique reference to the connection of my boss with the source of the envelope object. [...]

[...] Ruburt now thinks of a woman and child, and of a photograph of Marie Tubbs and a baby, in Florida.

[...] Ruburt now thinks of a woman and a child, and of a photograph of Marie Tubbs and a baby, in Florida… I feel we are off here, but that the connection is valid.” [...]

(I heard a man and a woman begin to climb the stairs from the front entrance of the apartment house. [...]

[...] He had been a woman, and Mattie a man. [...]

[...] By concentrating too deeply upon the world of newspapers and the negative reports of man’s actions, it is truly easy to lose sight of what I tell you (louder) is each man’s and each woman’s basic good intent.

That intent may be confused, poorly executed, tangled amid conflicts of beliefs, strangled by the bloody hands of murders and wars — and yet no man or woman ever loses it. [...]

[...] In the background of this incident, and connected with the slayer, a woman, a sister or like a sister to him. [...]

[...] N I. (Spelled.) The woman in the background mentioned earlier. [...]

[...] Jane told me about Toni, a large woman who often takes care of her at night, and whom I’ve never met. [...]

[...] The young woman you did not know is in severe difficulty, and unless her method of operation changes, there will be tragic circumstances, indeed. [...]

The Monchuco were here and worshipped a half- bull, half-woman deity and the bull was a black one and sacrifices were thrown into the sea. [...]

(To Sue.) Now you met one particular woman at a supermarket this week, and you do not remember. [...]

A late arrival, another man and woman, who live outside of town. [...]

I also am of the impression that he received a letter today from a previous woman student, having to do perhaps with references that she was requesting. [...]

The healthy man or woman, in excellent condition, may be quite as blind in other areas, but the healer and the patient are united in a strange fashion by their belief in the existence of dis-ease as far as personal experience is concerned. [...]

The man or woman who seems obsessively concerned with health, is also however obsessed with disease—and afraid of falling into it, as the conventional saint might be of the devil.

[...] Bodily abilities, however, would be freely expressed so that one woman might be a great runner, or a man excel at swimming. [...]

So you, Joseph, were Nebene, and the black woman, and the Roman soldier,³ and yet you were none of those. [...]

[...] I then saw a gaunt blonde woman sitting in a chair, profile, facing my right, with her head tilted away from me at an angle. [...]

[...] Thought she’d be called a hysterical woman, an exhibitionist, and so on. [...]

[...] In our immediately past lives, spent mainly in Boston in pre-Civil War days, Jane lived to be 82 or 83 as a woman medium, and I lived to be 63 as an Episcopalian minister. [...]

The Monchuco were here and worshiped a half bull, half woman deity and the bull was a black one and sacrifices were thrown into the sea. [...]

[...] To take my clothes off and end up with a woman’s body—there indeed I draw the line! [...]

[...] It was just this fantastic mob ...and those kids were cooked...and it was all in the name of religion and in the name of all this stuff except that out of it you hoped to get wealth ...and all she [Janice] had was a woman’s common love for the child. [...]