“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] We are trying to not observe, as much as appreciate, the nature of your present existence; so those of you who are curious and willing about the nature of nonphysical reality then follow as far as you can, using the voice as a guideline into existence that has no reality in physical terms, that knows neither blood nor tissue, that knows not hand or finger or arm. [...] Feel the kernel of your consciousness rise as one of your seeds, higher beyond the knowledge of seasons, beyond the feeling of your days or moments, beyond the relationships of blood, beyond all those kinships which you take for granted. [...]

[...] In so doing the blood clears away any poisons that may have entered. [...] If the flow continued it would be wrong or detrimental in your terms, but the body would not think the blood was bad because it continued its course of action. It would not attempt to cut off all blood, considering it evil. [...]

[...] It does not kill off all red blood cells if there are too many of them at a given time. [...]

[...] Jane’s blood pressure was normal, her temperature was 97, pulse good. [...]

[...] Jeff wanted to run a blood test tomorrow — “I’m not sure of the cause of the fever. [...]

No magic then will move our blood,
Nor moonlight rush through brittle bone.
Then let us plunge while there is time
Through worlds to look back upon.

No man can look in his son’s face,
What was done to him he does in turn,
For he carries the hate in his blood.
Ghosts of days forgotten,
Tragedies unseen, unspoken,
Wait in the past’s proud flesh,
And nothing can shake them off.

At midnight I rush to the river’s edge.
I’d bay at the moon if I could.
And fish and birds and sky and sand
Cascade in a splash in my blood.

[...] Not having enough blood was significant. [...] literally he deprived himself of blood so that he could live on his own terms, and so that the mother and father could live in ways that they have forgotten. [...]

He did not manufacture sufficient blood, for he did not want to be physical beyond the time that he had allotted himself. [...]

[...] Some of this material concerned symptoms of the type of blood condition adopted by Michael.

(Jane got tired waiting for people to take all of her vital signs, like blood pressure and temperature, so she launched into the session.)

[...] The nurse came in to take Jane’s blood pressure. [...]

[...] In that moment can you hear the insects sweeping across the continents and the voices of the leaves speak, and feel their echoes in your blood — and that blood lives, beyond the time. [...]

[...] For they are indeed the sounds of insects through the centuries, of stars swirling through the universe, of the blood pounding through your veins.

[...] Some public-service announcements stress the “fact” that the individual can be gravely threatened by high blood pressure, for example, even though he or she feels in excellent physical health.

[...] No blood pressure taken yet, we noted. [...]

[...] After Jane had rested Carol returned to take her blood pressure. [...]

His heart action was also quickened, and certain pressures put upon the capillaries and blood vessels, that are needed for normal activity. [...]

[...] Her blood pressure never was taken yesterday. [...]

[...] Carla took Jane’s blood pressure and pulse. [...]

Imagine the colors as waves of light, not as applied (with gestures) or added onto, but as growing out of, filling the preliminary sketch as blood fills the body.

(The idea of letting the painting fill itself with color “as blood fills the body” is excellent.

[...] Carol took Jane’s blood pressure. [...]

[...] Diana took Jane’s blood pressure and pulse. [...]

[...] Deposits are being broken down, and the blood rids the body of those. [...]

There is little difference between the currents of blood that flow through your veins, and the wind current, except that the one seems to be within you and the other without. [...] Your blood follows certain prescribed patterns and so does the wind. [...]

[...] He went into some detail here, explaining that the tension caused a slowing of the blood flow in the shoulder and arm making the blood’s normally easy flow much more difficult. [...]

[...] Now they’ve got bushels of blood, fresh blood, and they’re throwing it into my veins... [...]

(Lorrie knocked, then came in to take Jane’s blood pressure and pulse. [...]

[...] Shannon took Jane’s blood pressure. [...]