“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It is not a completed thing, like an arm or leg, but a relationship and a process. [...]

[...] Then I see him quite clearly in miniature, jumping and rolling high in the air, throwing his arms out....

[...] He started to yell, throw up his arms, and he was remembering some reincarnational material that was unpleasant. [...]

You stretch, a symbol of the relatively sleepy, unrealized period of youth, early youth, in which you were caught, hence the stiffish arm that was not able therefore to keep the man who is your father with you in time. [...]

[...] As for myself, I can state that by the time break arrived my right hand and arm ached all the way up to my shoulder.

[...] You form the reality that you know, and even though the table holds up your arms and you may lean upon it and write, I still tell you that the table is not solid. [...]

Let him use his arms and hands more. [...]

[...] You form the reality that you know, and even though the table holds up your arms and you may lean upon it and write, I still tell you that the table is not solid.

[...] She’s lost a great deal of weight; her arms look skeletal — so do her legs to a lesser degree.

[...] I was balanced on the arm of our davenport, talking to our company. [...]

[...] It began in the left leg and left arm and then spread to my chest and head. [...]

Good evening, comrades in arms, so to speak.

(The feeling was predominant in her head and arms, but was also slowly spreading into the lower parts of her body. [...]

I would suggest that our friend with the ulcer read our last two previous sessions, for this will bring home to him the fact that he does indeed, literally, consider his ulcer as much a part of himself as an arm or a leg. He considers the ulcer, in fact, more real and necessary than an arm or a leg, since his whole life now revolves about this illness.

[...] She’s done practically no typing for days now because her arms have been very sore.

The same applies to the arms. [...]

[...] Eyes closed to hold back tears of humiliation, I felt my arms lifted by an orderly (long pause), my thin belly and ribs straining in the brightly lit room, my backside lifted and supported by two other strange arms, while a third person—I don’t want to sound too vulgar—

[...] Her arms are noticeably longer. [...]

[...] Now I get Bill hurt in this, his right arm, or hand or shoulder.” [...]

[...] He has forgotten the peanut oil however, and this is a good aid, for the arms particularly. [...]

[...] She’d also slept several hours today, though as usual after laying down for a short time her arms and legs became very sore. [...]

Now Ruburt’s ego, so hard to win over, is now up in arms because it regards me as its exclusive property. [...]

[...] There would be no need to arm a nation in advance against another nation’s anticipated — but imaginary — attack.

Women make a grave error when they try to prove their “equality” with men by showing that they can enter the armed forces, or go into combat as well as any man (with more amusement). [...]