“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Then she swung each arm in turn in a large arc, the elbows working especially well in this exercise. [...]

[...] Before I took a short nap before supper, I massaged Oil of Olay into Jane’s hands and feet, arms and lower legs. [...]

[...] Left leg way up off the mattress, grunts and groans, head and shoulders and arms going sideways. [...]

[...] Here Jean Reome was out with a bad back, Shirley was out with a bad arm, Susie was going to be operated on for a defective kneecap, and Georgia had to have a tumor removed and a hysterectomy.... [...]

[...] She also had other rapid bodily movements, in a more extended fashion, in the arms and legs. [...]

[...] You will find that they are both creative arms of your basic psychic being, and that both abilities will be sharpened and fulfilled as a result.

[...] I then became aware that my left arm and hand felt itself to be some inches higher than my right arm and hand. [...] While I knew the bed lay beneath either arm, note that I was not aware of the bed beneath my lower legs. [...]

[...] She still has the new motion in her arms and hands. [...]

[...] From its position atop the pole at the head of Jane’s bed, the Bactrim still drips into the plastic tube, on its way into Jane’s right arm. [...]

[...] that now I’ve forgotten because the stage looked somewhat like an altar, and she was saved from falling, and deposited on the stage, she stood in the center, wearing slacks and a blouse, arms out, waving at the people. [...]

[...] He has shown himself (Jane held her right arm out; in the last couple of days it has straightened out noticeably) that the body can change—that alternate realities can alter the present that you know, and that new intent can alter a life.

[...] My arms and legs, and head and neck, began to feel looser and looser. [...]

[...] After a while my arms began to twitch and jump spasmodically without my conscious volition. [...]

[...] I struggled to rouse myself enough so I could take pressure off the arm; I was afraid I’d re-injured it. [...]

[...] I felt many reminders and remnants of the experience throughout the next day—Tuesday—especially in the arms and legs: They were often loose and floppy, with a peculiar lightness and ease of motion in the joints particularly. [...]

[...] She said both her arms are working better, and that the web of skin between the thumb and the fingers, and between each finger, on her left hand, has softened considerably. [...]

Significant changes are also occurring continually in Ruburt’s arms. [...]

[...] The arms have lengthened to a considerable degree, and this has gone relatively unnoticed.

(Then at 9:04 Jane discovered a sudden freedom in bodily motion: She could reach across her chest with her left arm, toward her right side, at the same time that she turned to the right from the hips—a movement I hadn’t seen her execute in years.... [...]

[...] I massaged her legs and arms first, and once again received good responses. [...]

(Jane had no idea of the material for the session as the time for it approached, although she said her arms felt a “little light” from the state she had achieved at 8:15 and later. [...]

[...] For the most part she sat with one leg drawn up, an arm resting upon the knee, her hand to her head as though propping it up. [...]

[...] And even now, woe to me if I make a wrong move, for Ruburt would most certainly rise up in arms.

A waitress with some mark visible on the arm. [...]

(“Bill thinks he remembers seeing a waitress with a scar on her arm.”)

[...] Caught by surprise with my arms up in the air, I quickly lowered my left arm somewhat, holding it stiff, and waved at Father with my hand revolving at the wrist. I did not bend my arm but waved at him awkwardly with it held stiff so that only my hand moved. [...]

[...] Alice parked the car in front of my parents’ home in Sayre, put her arm around my shoulder and said something. [...]

[...] As I stood on the corner with people passing me in all directions, I stretched my arms high above my head. [...]

[...] movement of the right arm is also much freer.

[...] He does not need to protect himself physically from any experience, nor hold up the arms to ward off the blows of fate. [...]

[...] For a few moments she let her hands lay at her sides, but since there is tension in the upper arm muscles, her arms cannot lay fully relaxed upon the bed when she is flat on her back; after a few minutes she again crossed her hands, and told me later that this was more comfortable. Of course I noted that even after my suggestions, her arms did not fully relax, but I had not stressed that she would achieve any great or startling improvement; this first session was more to learn how to proceed, and during it I tentatively tried several different approaches.

[...] During the latter part of this session he slept beside me, wedged between my leg and the arm of the divan. [...]

[...] You held his arm once as he crossed a busy street, in, I believe, Cobbleskill, and he never forgot it. [...] There were other occasions when you held his arm and helped him and he remembers each one.