“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Nightmares on the part of children often operate as biological and psychic releases, during which buried out-of-time perceptions emerge explosively — events perceived that cannot be reacted to effectively in the face of parental conditioning. [...]

[...] These are two faces of the same coin.

[...] The laughing face, however, represents something else. [...]

[...] As a result, it stiffens, and then you have, my well-meaning friend, the cold detachment with which you at one time faced the world.

[...] This room is part of a cottage that is joined to another cottage in the crowded Provincetown area, and both units are, actually, directly in back of a business establishment that faces on Provincetown’s main street, Commercial St. To reach them it’s necessary to use an alley around the business establishment. [...]

[...] I also recall a small pencil drawing Bill has done of his father in a similar position, but from a full-face angle.)

In terms of Ruburt’s condition, he often thinks that he is “faced with the evidence” that his condition is not improving, that it is growing worse, that all the evidence says such conditions do deteriorate rather than improve. [...]

You do not fit any of the current patterns, and you make no effort to—nor do you offer any face-saving devices for scientists of high stature. [...]

[...] For I still felt my body against the bed—I lay face up, covered by a blanket—as though my body was pasted to the bed. [...]

[...] It can serve as an excuse for not facing many kinds of problems. [...]

(Jane had been facing me as she spoke from her prone position, and I had noticed that her eyes had appeared to be slitted, as though preparing to open. [...]

[...] I looked at him fully in the face, running ahead of him, ready to confront him with “What’s the matter with you?” But, instead, I realized that he didn’t see me. [...]

[...] They all wear coveralls of some kind, and their faces are hidden by masks.

[...] As usual Jane sat with her eyes closed, her left hand to her face, her head down. [...]

[...] He felt it a sign of weakness on his part to even think of it, yet he also felt that on occasion you showed an annoying lack of sympathy or understanding, and at his worst moments he would feel that you purposely chose a place further away—that it was for his own good, you thought, that he face the humiliation in realizing in what poor condition he was. [...]

[...] I truly have never seen such panic in such an instance as I saw on your face, dear Joseph.

[...] The inner self-conscious ego as I have said—and this is for Philip’s edification—the inner self-conscious ego can be compared to another face, looking out upon a different world. [...]

[...] She sat with her eyes closed, her face tipped down to meet the ashtray beside her. [...]

[...] She pressed the envelope to her forehead with one hand while keeping the other to her face.)

[...] I was facing two men in work clothes; one of them was dark and I believe unshaven. [...]