“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“Later, I’m in some kind of spiritualistic reading room, telling a woman of my experience. [...]

[...] Now he was obviously feeling good, and dancing with another woman. [...] To the amusement of most people, Hack and the woman, whom we did not know, put on quite an exhibition of exaggerated, sinuous, close-contact dancing.

And when I looked around me, it seemed that for all of man’s good intentions, he only transmitted the errors of his race; that each man or woman unknowingly perpetuated the peculiar sins and failings of their families. [...]

[...] Marie was also a woman living without a man for many years. [...]

[...] There was a name, Gale, not that of a woman, connected with father .

Because of your educational framework, the individual is taught to be wary of the inner self, as mentioned earlier (in the 614th session in Chapter Two, for instance), so unfortunately the ordinary man or woman looks for the solutions of personal problems outside of the self, where they can least be found. [...]

[...] Several affairs frightened you both: the woman in labor, for example, and the affair in which Ruburt banged upon the table. [...]

[...] I didn’t take this very seriously at first, but he also said that he knew an elderly woman who worked with me at the local art gallery where I had a part-time job. When questioned, this woman told me that she had known such a man, though he had merely been an acquaintance.

[...] On May 30, I had a brief dream in which I was talking on the phone to a woman about the projected book. [...]

[...] Tam, with whom I had been corresponding, had to sell the idea to his boss — a woman. [...]

[...] A connection with a diamond also, and a woman. [...]

[...] … also, and a woman. [...]

[...] You can be a very attractive woman, and you can fix your hair; you can play up your attributes, and you know it. [...]

[...] And so are the words of every man and woman, and the sound of every bird and every raindrop—precious beyond recall. [...]

[...] She now has a woman who cooks her noon meal for her, and usually stays with her until about 1 PM.)

[...] A particular grown woman’s ensemble in a store with an orange awning, or in the window with a high price tag. [...]

[...] Two men, I believe, and perhaps one woman. [...]

[...] The part of the self responsible for the fears was the part that thought success a male prerogative, so that the woman had to exert extra discipline. [...]

She is young in her dreams, and cannot see herself in the old woman. [...]

He was as paranoid as any poor deluded man or woman is who feels, without evidence, that he or she is being pursued by creatures from space, earthly or terrestrial enemies, or evil psychic powers. [...]

[...] Because you cannot put your finger upon him does not mean that he does not exist, and that he has not helped you fulfill yourself, and that he has not helped teach the woman you know as your mother.

[...] This applies to a spider in a closet as well as to any man or woman. [...]

[...] First had come her reactions to a group of upsetting letters she’d received this noon: One is a 20-page missive from a mental patient who wants returned to him all of the notes, objects, manuscripts, and books of poetry he’s sent her over the years: another is from a woman who informed us that she’s writing a book dictated by Seth: a third is a long letter from a man who’s claiming us as his counterparts, for reasons we can’t agree with. [...]