“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(To make this point, Jane waved her arms in a comical display of anguish.)

[...] I’m Seth,” my lips spoke.
He began walking my body about
As if getting accustomed to arms and legs.
I’d never been so astonished,
To be locked out of myself like that.

[...] Then I shouted at him until he began to project, grabbed his astral arm and helped him to his feet. [...]

This is actually not as bad an analogy as I first thought, in that oftentimes a particular personality will be like the right arm of the entity as a whole, while another particular personality will have both feet on the ground. [...]

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

[...] As I sat at the typewriter in my studio, I was flooded with perceptions of myself as such a woman: Pursued by an armed English military officer, she ran for her life down a hilly village street. [...]

[...] What does matter in perception theory is that whenever one side is seen as pulling ahead in the arms race, the other must match that progress, then do better, even though militarily it’s quite unnecessary. [...]

[...] In terms of an organic structure, this could be likened to developing another arm or leg, or protrusion or filament — another method of locomotion through another kind of dimension.

[...] (Jane, her eyes closed, gestured as though stroking or swinging, her arms stiff.) If so however there is a connection, perhaps in younger years, with skating, as on ice.

[...] She felt that it was a fatter hand, belonging to a much heavier arm. [...]

[...] The statue, of a mythological or Godlike being in a sitting position with its arms upraised, did come from Tibet, Seth said—a small area in a southwestern corner of the country. [...]

[...] She did little typing because her arms were so sore, but she did do some painting. [...]

“I equate all of this with three events: a movie I saw on TV the night before last in which the hero finally saw through the god of his people; a Raggedy Ann doll Rob found in the backyard the other day and brought in (it was probably dragged there by a dog, its right arm is missing)—but it reminded me of my old Susie; and part of a review I read yesterday of a book about death.