“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I told Seth I hadn’t felt like going out dancing tonight because of the windy weather, and that I thought Jane would be disappointed. [...]

His dancing and high spirits are self-explanatory. [...]

[...] I do not skip a rope or dance through the hula but I amuse myself with thoughts and games that you have long forgotten. [...]

[...] Ruburt translated this into a dancing motion, you see.

[...] She visited her sister there, and while there attended a cocktail party and a dance in the company of a male she thinks highly of. [...]

(Slowly at 10:54.) Change flexibly with the gracious dance of all being that is reflected in the universe of the body and mind. [...]

(Jane and I usually go dancing Saturday evenings, leaving the house at about 9 PM. [...]

We will have you dancing over the bridge. [...]

[...] I may feel tired, or really want to go dancing. [...]

(Jane and I went dancing with Bill and his girlfriend, whom we had not met before, two weekends ago. [...]

[...] For many years he was a pianist in a dance band and taught music at the same time.

[...] We needed instead outgoing activity such as our dancing, and being with others. [...]

(Seth told me that if possible I should go out dancing as usual with Jane tomorrow night, Saturday, if I felt good enough. [...]

[...] I sort of danced around to the doorway, laughed, and said, “Okay, Bill, now exactly where did you see your man in the doorway?” I clowned about, moving around in the open doorway. [...]

[...] They both knew it at once, and you are lucky they did not go into that chant and dance right there. [...]

[...] It will be recalled that it was in the dance hall at York Beach that Jane and I saw the projected fragments of our own personalities, that Seth dealt with so extensively in the 9th session, of December 18, 1963. [...]

[...] He also owned a well-known dine-and-dance establishment in Elmira, Lib’s Supper Club, which my wife and I frequented before the onset of her symptoms. [...]

On Saturday nights just the two of us often went dancing in the local joints while Jane was still able to—and I still like rock-and-roll.

[...] I’d always been active in sports, and later in dancing with Jane, but as her symptoms slowly deepened I became more and more reluctant to leave her alone except when I had full or part-time jobs. [...]

Jane, again, dreamed often of walking, running, dancing, moving normally. [...]

[...] Even though she often didn’t feel well, a portion of her creativity led her to have dreams of walking and dancing, of being completely healed physically. [...]

[...] According to her, if man didn’t emerge from the animals, there were certainly close relationships involved — a dance of probabilities between the two, as it were. [...]