“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] If he dances or cleans the apartment, then his natural impulses are being physically directed in those fashions. [...]

[...] I mentioned also Ruburt and dancing, and the way he utilized challenge there, a way that would not be characteristic for you.

[...] As he worries occasionally about going too far when he is dancing, so he worries the same about the sessions—how far is spontaneity to be trusted, you see. [...]

[...] He disapproved of his own dancing, sometimes even of his sexual yearnings. [...]

[...] The dancing, you see, he considers pleasurable. [...]

(Jane and I went dancing as usual this evening. [...]

(Jane was upset about her work this evening, so much so in fact that she would have missed the session had I not been too lazy to go dancing. [...]

[...] He wants to dance, and he tries, and he does. [...]

[...] (At his dine-and-dance club.)

[...] It was like the beginning of a dance. [...]

[...] We speculated about the lack of energy for earlier in the week we had planned to go dancing Saturday night .

[...] All of the gestures, dances, and other procedures are shock treatments, startling the subject out of habitual reactions so that he or she is forced to focus upon the present moment. [...]

[...] “When we danced one night I had a headache—do you remember?

We parked here today
and the green world swirled
jungle-quick, downtown
across the river, and like
a city bushman I was in tune,
swinging through thought’s treetops
while the traffic stopped and started,
precise as a ceremony of animals,
almost formal, engines thundering
then purring, wheels pausing,
headlights hypnotized in sun.
You walked into the bank,
making an exchange as ancient
as any tribal dance.

[...] Dancing, gardening, painting. [...]

[...] Music from the apartment below us had begun to blare out loudly; loud enough so I could distinguish the words to the dance tunes. [...]

[...] You have not even danced about the shore. [...]

[...] And imagine the impact made within space, and the infinite dance of atoms that result.

[...] At its best it did not lead to rote renditions of remembered material, but to dramatic renderings of it through music, poetry, dancing. [...]

[...] You all have more than one secret and there will be plenty of time for the rest of them and then you can dance through the grasses and I will lead you with a merry flute, indeed; and then you will not need me to lead you with a merry flute, for you will hear your own music and be able to follow it. [...]