“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Wednesday—late morning; situation more or less the same; am having some trouble concentrating on writing though as I did yesterday; yesterday I did two fairly nice ink sketches by the way. Am working on preface though. All day. Head/brow areas continue releasing and eyes feel easier. By 5 PM—eyes feel lots easier & feels that “sideways eye muscles” show new motion.

[...] I read some of my Aspects after John commented so favorably on those theories last night, but I feel comfortable with my life—I suppose I mean with my work—in a way I haven’t. I feel my temples and brows changing constantly as tension releases; the eyes becoming better; and even my sinus. [...]

[...] I darkened her brows with the pencil, and she looked fine.

[...] Gaye had darkened her brows with the eyebrow pencil earlier this morning.

A man with balding, very dark hair and dark brows who did have or has a mustache, belongs to Pat Norelli’s family. [...]

[...] These eyes merely stared back at me from beneath heavy black brows.

[...] She spoke with many pauses, sitting with her eyes closed, her head down, her left hand raised to her brow. [...]

Ruburt’s eyes are definitely improving these last few days, as the strain is being relieved from the rest of the body—the neck area particularly, the jaws and muscles of the brow. [...]

[...] Her features had a different cast also, especially around the mouth; the lips were compressed and stiff, the chin knotted, the brow furrowed. [...]

(The man resembled Rob to an amazing degree, except that he was an older version; profile darn near identical, hair white, same brows and same expression as Rob has when deeply upset. [...]

[...] She sat with her head down, a hand to her brow. [...]

[...] Her hair was thick and tangled; she had striking overhanging brows and very dark, deep-set eyes. [...]

[...] It has considered man a sinful creature, flawed by original sin, forced to work by the sweat of his brow.

“The Dean” wrinkled his brow. [...]

[...] You could see a rather hilarious play re-enacted, perhaps in a certain barn which you might see in your front yard—over the brow of the hill, where there is no land now.