“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

But time and space are one to us.
The infinite skull
Opens skies all curled within,
Miniature world on world.

in worlds that whistle and curl.

(Billy was still curled up against my side. And even now, on Friday night, he’s curled up on my lap as I type these notes.

[...] As I sat on the couch Billy, who is much improved now, curled himself up half in my lap, so that writing as Seth spoke was more than a little difficult. [...]

[...] He curled up against her at once. [...]

(4:47 p.m. Earlier this afternoon Jane had showed me how the curled-up fingers of her right hand had indeed loosened up to some extent. [...]

[...] The curled-up fingers of her right hand continue to loosen.

(Our cat, Willy, was curled up sleeping in a chair that happened to be in back of the rocker Jane sat in as she spoke for Seth. [...] Willy prowled about the legs of the chair briefly, then jumped back up in it and once again curled up.

[...] is interesting to me, a good description of how the two leaves curled at the edges during the several days it took me to make the very detailed drawing. The curling took place as they dried out; they had been damp from being outside. This curl cannot be seen in the tracing on page 91 to any degree. [...]

curled inside nature’s world

[...] After getting back and turning Jane and massaging her with Oil of Olay, she showed me how her right hand is still releasing the curled-up fingers, as begun yesterday. [...]

[...] Now though it seems to you perhaps at this point tragic, the facts are that the real tragedy would have occurred had the cat lived, in your terms, and had you curled up in it, in your house on the corner, and turned your love inward to the animal rather than outward, for there are people who need it. [...]

[...] Her hair also looks good — curling and alive. [...]

[...] Everything seemed threatened, curled at the edges, burnt black and in need of replacement. [...]

[...] During this evening’s session, he slept curled up on the couch beside me.

(For perhaps fifteen minutes after he’d jumped up in Jane’s chair, Billy had descended from that spot and curled himself up against me as I sat taking notes on the couch. [...]

[...] He looked supercool in his cut-off denim shorts; his long hair curled into natural corkscrews, his light durable frame seeming to luxuriate in the heat while my light durable frame turned into a sponge that added ten pounds of fatigue.

[...] I called him; whereupon he chose to curl up beside me on the couch instead.

[...] They curled up, so to speak.

(With emphasis, while Billy slept curled up against my left elbow as I sat on the couch writing down Seth’s material:) Animals know that their own lives spell out life’s meaning. [...]

(Then Bill went ahead, his body curled up into a ball, much like a fetal position. I saw him coast over the edge of the fall. [...]