“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Instead felt as if fingers of left hand were extending. [...] (Don’t know if I felt the subjective feeling before or after their comments, but no suggestions as to hand was given by me, and I asked no questions, sitting with eyes closed, concentrating, rather in good trance, but aware of their comments. [...]

[...] Felt that energy then “leaped” to me, or that I directed it to me. [...] Unstable elements I felt. [...]

[...] Instead, I felt a strange feeling of extension above my head and before I could comment on it, Rose and someone else —Sally?—called out that my aura had changed color and was now purple. [...]

He felt emotional displays on his part would make you cast him in the same light as your mother. Her tears put you on the defensive, he felt. He even felt you considered tears contemptible.

[...] Jane said she felt better already. [...]

[...] Now at the end of the session, she repeated that she felt much better.)

[...] My vision would change minute by minute; I walked some faster but felt so light on my feet that I called Rob... Was going to walk around but felt I should wait...

[...] Eyes felt softer, etc., Then we went to take Billy to the vet’s; on the way my eyes did funny things; odd sensations involving balance I think—both of these in the car; I asked for help from “divine parent of my being,” and repeated the suggestions Seth gave me; trying not to be worried. Felt better then quite quickly and told myself I’d write that down—so I am. [...]

[...] The personality has felt as if it were held in bounds, tied, lacking the opportunity for action.

[...] He who does not move can make no errors; and he felt he had made a severe error in allowing Fell to publish the book. [...]

He felt particularly sensitive looking for a job precisely when his book had arrived in the bookstores. [...]

The dreams with the various apartments were a release, for here at least he could move in new situations, where he felt he was caught now in stationary ones.

Now, your friend had been to the Olympics (last month, at Lake Placid, New York), and he was charged by the great physical vitality that he felt watching that athletic panorama. [Because of that, and for other personal reasons], he could find no release for the intense energy he felt, so he got rid of it, protected himself, and threw out his threatening biological posture: the viruses.

(9:35 P.M. “Jesus, I didn’t know whether I could do it or not,” Jane said, “but I felt all that stuff there in a great big block, and I just had to get it out. [...] So once again I’d seen it happen: Jane had done very well with a session when she’d felt poorly beforehand. [...]

[...] We didn’t hold our regularly scheduled session last night because we felt so miserable. [...]

Many people had such reactions as your friend’s, coming from the Olympics, in that they did not know how to use and release their own energies—as if they themselves felt put in an inferior position in comparison to such achievements.

[...] Ruburt’s eyes felt better, but both of you discounted that also as insignificant. They felt better because the muscles are becoming more used to their newer motions. [...]

[...] I didn’t understand how their appearance could mean that improvements were taking place, even though Jane said they’d felt much better the past two days. [...]

[...] Both of you promptly felt it to be quite insignificant. [...]

[...] He felt them in various portions of his body. [...]

He felt himself to be a portion of the storm, however, and felt the storm as a vast magnification of his own emotional reality—even as he felt the body of the earth itself to be, beside itself, the magnification of his own emotional reality and that of others.

[...] He still sensed nature’s grandeur—(louder:) but that grandeur was no longer his own, and he felt less and less a part of it. [...]

[...] It was then, and in the terms of this discussion, that men felt a division between themselves and “the gods,” for it was then that man began to personify the elements of nature.

[...] He disapproved of himself because of his condition, or so he thought, and he has felt that way often. [...]

He did not want to be put in the position in which he felt he had to put his self-respect on the line. He did not like the public aspects that he felt confronted him. There was no ready fellowship in the psychic field, in which he felt he could take part. At the same time he felt that he should indeed go abroad—out into the public arena, and that he was cowardly for not doing so.

[...] In a way the symptoms are a statement of the distance Ruburt wanted to maintain from public life, because he felt equally that he should go out into the world in a public manner, and “tackle it.”

[...] While relying upon himself, Ruburt still had no guidelines, and to some extent he felt that he had to rein himself in, to go cautiously, and he began to doubt himself. [...]

[...] This, he felt, relieved him of that “responsibility.”

[...] When your enthusiasm grew, and your trust in his abilities, then he felt that to voice any fears at all in your eyes meant that he did not trust his abilities himself.

You believed in them so strongly that he felt he must himself exert those disciplinary tendencies that you earlier displayed for him. [...]

[...] To do this he felt he needed to exert caution, to emphasize his own doubts in order to make a bridge to those intellectuals who doubted, and yet maintain some freedom and spontaneity in order to reach those at the other end.

(Smile.) In the terms of other systems that particular kind of destruction is meaningless and does not exist, but you believe that it does, and the agonies of the dying are sorely felt. A vivid nightmare is also sorely felt, but quickly over. [...]

(At 9:08 Jane said she felt the pyramid effect as she sat in her rocker. [...]

In other systems energy is more directly felt, more extensive. [...]

[...] If the sorrows and agonies within your system were not felt as real, the lessons would not be learned. [...]

[...] This upset me, mostly because I felt the same way myself. I also felt the sessions were threatened, though I did not say so, but Jane instantly sensed my mood. [...]

[...] She said she felt “real flat” after last break, because she felt that I had withdrawn my support from her; it was as though a great hole opened in the floor, around which she must walk carefully.

[...] The new schedule was still taking its toll in lost sleep; though we had felt good at the beginning of the session, already we were let down. [...]

[...] I felt somewhat unhappy about this. [...]

(Long pause at 10:18.) Ruburt felt that fears were beneath him—or should be beneath him. He felt that you also expected him to cast aside such feelings, particularly if they did not correspond with your own. [...]

(Jane began crying after I called her this noon, as she felt the waves of panic sweep through her, and she continued to cry for some little while. [...]

(Jane felt recurrences of the panicky feelings to a lesser degree through the day, and occasionally she cried or whimpered a bit. [...]

[...] He expected himself to be a public personality—that is, he felt the responsibility to be one, as if that had always been a goal, when of course it had not been. [...]

(“I felt claustrophobic for a bit … my visual perception was again altered in a strange smoother way, so that everything I saw was an inside that was inside itself, ad infinitum. I felt dwarfed. [...]

[...] I felt this fantastic power in my hand; it tried to grip as an eagle’s claw would. I felt … the weirdest kind of … armor, the alien yet tough and resilient claw instead of flesh in our terms. [...]

[...] With my inner sight I felt that one of those forms, sturdy and impossibly massive, might bend down and with his gigantic face peek into my kitchen window … though I was also aware that all of this was my interpretation of what I was receiving.

[...] For suddenly I felt being-in-God as being-in-a-house. [...]

[...] She felt like passing out, she said, but I took this to mean she’d soon want to get up, as usual. [...]

[...] I massaged them, and she said that action felt great but at the same time almost unendurable, so I soon stopped. [...]

[...] But in any case I felt like a divided Israel, crying out for the people to come together in peace. [...]

(Most interesting, and perhaps a significant breakthrough, Jane felt better by the time Peggy Jowett came at 1:45, and we explained the situation to Peggy. [...]

[...] The earth was felt to be a more lively participator, it was personified. [...] People felt that the sun and the moon would be offended if electric lights were used, for example, that in retaliation they might refuse to shine.

[...] Once again she felt somewhat disoriented, and once again I suggested that she forego the session. [...]

[...] She felt better at break, also. [...]

[...] He felt the contact taking hold, as you did one (recently), working with sales.

(As we waited for the session Jane felt a little better. [...]

[...] I found it quite difficult to describe to Jane, for I always felt unspoken, unverbalized connotations in the background that, I thought, represented new ideas for both of us. [...]

Now, to some extent, you and Ruburt felt enough the same way to make the analogy feasible, only Ruburt was the one who constructed the edifice that would protect his own abilities, first of all, and yours as well. [...]

[...] Such abilities must have freedom, and insist upon it, and so the security system itself always felt in jeopardy. [...]

[...] I felt sad for Jane and what was happening to both of us. I also felt angry at the role she’s chosen, even while I thought I understood it, basically. [...]

[...] I felt like crying myself, for I felt that she was right. [...]

[...] I felt I was onto something here, but wasn’t quite sure what — something close to the more basic human condition that is little understood. [...]

The relief he felt after deciding that he had safely tricked himself, he thought in the morning, was due to the fact that the future death was not his mother’s or his own, but one involving a relative at least somewhat distant. [...]

(Jane had also begun rubbing her hands together in a way, I remembered, that meant they again felt “fat” or enlarged to her. [...]

The boy who delivered the message in Ruburt’s dream was partially a dream construction, representing a George Pilotte Junior, with whom Ruburt felt an affinity in early life; a relative, a cousin who is also psychically connected with Ruburt’s mother, and who is subconsciously connected in Ruburt’s mind with the death of his grandfather, since the boy, who is now a man, was kind to Ruburt at that time.

[...] The thought of milk seemed most unpalatable to her while she felt this way, but upon taking some she began to feel better. [...]

[...] She said she was subjectively aware of the gestures she executed with her left hand, yet she felt the hand was not really hers at the time. She felt that it was a fatter hand, belonging to a much heavier arm. [...] Bill Gallagher felt that while she was reading Jane spoke with a brogue. [...]

[...] It will be remembered that in the 157th session Jane had mentioned that she felt Seth might try to have her speak with her eyes open soon, and while in a deep trance. In that session also, Jane had felt very restless, perhaps presaging such a change.

(Jane said later that listening to the tape did not “bother” her very much, although she felt some emotional and psychic reaction. [...]

[...] Jane announced that she felt the rapport in our group was favorable, that Seth could hold a session now if we requested it. [...]