“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She was afraid, again, that if she was moving strongly or something like that, that she wouldn’t be able to turn it off right away if someone came in. [...]

(“If I ever felt high spirits I wouldn’t know what to do.”

[...] “I wouldn’t mind hearing your boy comment on this,” I said to my wife.)

[...] Before these days, she wouldn’t let much of this kind of material through, being afraid of wishful thinking, distortion, and error. [...]

[...] You wouldn’t say I’ll only flash the light in this direction because it’s a safe direction. [...]

[...] And now under hypnosis Jane said the second important thing: she told me that if she got sick, I wouldn’t be sick any longer. [...]

(The second point grew out of the above: Jane told me, crying, that if she got sick I’d feel sorry for her and wouldn’t leave her. [...]

([Joel:] “I kinda got the feeling this wouldn’t be a good night for it from Ruburt’s point of view.”)

[...] I thought it was going to rain, which meant that Frank wouldn’t be doing the grass again. [...]

[...] I’d told Jane to use suggestion so that she wouldn’t be bothered by whatever Roe might say, but suspected that Roe would want Dr. Kardon to examine the bedsores, and probably this would lead to a demand that Jane would go back into the hospital. [...]

[...] But without me Seth couldn’t speak, and without your inner selves you wouldn’t have the knowledge.

[...] If he hadn’t, I wouldn’t have pushed in to talk to Bill. [...]

[...] He wouldn’t let another editor hold a book on such terms for such a time. [...]

[...] Jane said she had a lot of available material on Bill, also, but wouldn’t give it. [...]

[...] On the day it was held, January 10, Seth said there wouldn’t be any more great trouble for Jane through the tooth symptoms. [...]

[...] Peggy, Seth said in high good humor, had actually achieved an excellent state of deep hypnosis when Jane used the more authoritative approach; otherwise she wouldn’t have permitted the cat’s presence.

(John Bradley didn’t say anything about the 12th Street data, as I hoped he wouldn’t, and Jane didn’t ask him about it. [...]

[...] Jane now asked John about it, but John said he wouldn’t tell her anything about such a statement yet. [...]

[...] But at lunch she told me she wouldn’t be surprised if we had a short session this evening. [...]

We wouldn’t communicate at all through usual means. [...]

[...] I took it for granted that he wouldn’t consider that we had any scientific evidence, but we did have the nearly identical sketches, and the impressions were correct. [...]

(“Naturally, she wouldn’t ever let Seth say this, especially without coaxing. [...]

[...] The intellect wouldn’t dare give too much leeway to the psychic expression, while at the same time being fascinated by the affair and wanting to study it all. [...]

[...] No, I wouldn’t know it if I saw it, it’s not there now. [...]

[...] It wouldn’t have burned so, but it had grease on it, the grease caught the flames.

(I told Jane I wouldn’t mind having Seth comment tomorrow. [...]

[...] Jane wanted to do some head and neck motions, hoping they wouldn’t bother her legs.

I told Jane she needn’t have a session if she wanted to paint, but that if she did go into trance I wouldn’t mind getting something from Seth on the dream I’d had early this morning. [...]