“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jerry was convinced by my actions in the argument sequence that I was Billie or controlled by her at that time. Characteristic phrases used, also gestures, actions, way of tossing head. She was certain it was Billie. This would represent a personal belief or interpretation of the events—not any scientific evidence at all—but personal conviction cannot be ignored—personality can’t be scientifically established with living personalities. The display of personal characteristics, gestures, etc., would be highly convincing to a relation—and to them, be evidential. The medium could telepathically receive this information—then subconsciously act it out, of course; this has to be admitted as a possible explanation.)

[...] He is getting new glasses and new frames that are in style with the times, and he will not want me to toss them across the room like that (tosses glasses). [...]

If you toss a ball in a dream, neither the self that tosses the ball, nor the ball, exist in any space structure as you know it. [...]

[...] All in all I think I reacted well; and brought the thing to an end when I decided enough had been done for one night; so I wasn’t just tossed, say, willy-nilly. [...]

[...] Quickly she tossed him into the bathroom and closed the door.

[...] If this happens, then the individual may be tossed back into a similar drug experience when nuts are consumed, even though no drug is given. [...]

(To Valerie and Vanessa.) Now, I give you two my greetings and I will toss out, as Ruburt would say, a small goody for you. [...]

[...] She slept well until 2:30 AM, but had a rough night from then on, often sore, and tossing and turning. [...]

Our other friend is playing with his crutches...tossing them in the air a bit...practicing a two-step without them. [...]

Our other friend (Brad) is playing with his crutches—tossing them in the air a bit—practicing a two-step without them. [...]

[...] Also you tossed fears between you like a ball, so that when one was optimistic the other one was down. [...]

Doom was a toy ball.
We toss it high
And laughed to see
The rockets rise.

[...] He tossed them out cautiously, watching for their effect upon you.

(True—for from my painting room I could hear her turning and tossing restlessly in bed all morning.... [...]

[...] And you tossed it back and forth, but you did not collect and direct it properly, and we shall have to give you lessons. [...]

Rob’s notes provide the necessary exterior orientation for this present volume, as they do for the previous Seth books, and hint at the framework of normal life in which Seth so gallantly “appears” twice weekly, tossing off my glasses and thereby signaling the beginning of my trance. [...]

[...] At least, tossing it from one hand to the other.

[...] What will happen if we toss it out into reality, physically? [...]

[...] And you tossed it back and forth, but you did not collect and direct it properly, and we shall have to give you lessons. [...]

Joseph can be glad that Ruburt now tosses furniture and not rocks, though the assault incidentally is not directed against any person. [...]