“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She had not felt Seth about. [...]

[...] She also said that as soon as she began to speak she felt cold. [...]

You felt alone because you felt you were worrying alone. [...]

(“For some time I’ve felt alone in this deal.”)

[...] I haven’t felt that we’ve been using any combined efforts particularly.”)

(“No, I guess I just felt I was alone in the deal.”)

You felt before, unconsciously, that you were drifting and that life had little meaning. Beneath the surface of events you felt unfulfilled, and felt that you had great courage and abilities with never a chance to use them, and no “heroic” episodes then to rouse you to fuller understanding, and no real impetus to lift you or to bring excitement into your days. [...]

(Aside from her sympathetic response, Jane found the letter evocative of some of her own psychic experiences, and asked me to put it in our Seth notebook for an answer — we felt that Seth’s reply would be of interest to many. [...]

Ruburt in his way felt in the same fashion. You both felt sure of yourselves, in that regard. [...] After that, Ruburt felt that he must protect his ability, guarding it against the world, and even against any other tendencies that he felt might run counter to his ability. [...]

[...] In order to explain them, we must describe them separately, though their effects are felt together.

[...] This sense would permit him to feel the basic sensations felt by each of the trees about him. [...]

[...] Actually I felt that she was “highly charged,” unpleasantly so, and I didn’t want to get involved. [...]

[...] I felt them, in my living room. [...]

[...] He felt the impulse to do the floors with your sweeper (while I was mowing grass) and because of our Saturday session he ignored the arm difficulty enough to do the kitchen. [...] Several times he felt like walking, and he walked for brief periods three or four times. [...] But the body was overall stimulated, enjoyed the activity, and felt accomplishment. [...] He felt somewhat physically competent.

[...] I found myself wondering if she wanted to be more active in the world —through tours, speaking, classes, or whatever, but that she’d inhibited such desires because she felt I wasn’t interested in them, didn’t want to spend the time on them that would be required, etc. [...]

[...] She felt Seth would discuss this after break. [...] Also, her broadly smiling face felt different than usual to her; Jane said she really felt Seth’s emotions during this delivery, and added that Seth thought he was being smart.

[...] No sooner had the session ended than I noticed that my hands felt “fat.” [...] They felt alien. [...]

(And of course by now both of us felt better, being more used to our new schedule. [...]

[...] He has felt guilty over the thought of taking any space from you, and the guilt made him feel resentful.

[...] “Gee, I felt like there were reams of material—just reams,” she exclaimed. “I also felt like I was getting into the Guyana thing, without mentioning it by name. [...]

(I had felt just as sleepy as before, but had managed to keep writing, although I had a strong urge to merely lay down and sleep. [...] If anything I felt a little less tired now, but with my eyes closed tried not to “try” for any effect too hard, less I block it by conscious effort.

[...] As Jane spoke I became aware that I had felt quite sleepy at times. [...]

[...] I felt as though a trance state might be trying to intrude, rather than being aware of any general weariness. [...]

(At break I got up and walked about, explaining how I felt to Jane. [...]

I said before that early man felt a certain emotional magnification, that he felt, for example, the wind’s voice as his own. [...]

[...] They felt, and knew as well, that the storms would refresh the land, whatever their fury.

[...] Yet the grandeur of the emotions was allowed full sway, and the seasons of the earth and the world were jointly felt.

[...] The wind outside and the breath were felt to be one and the same, so that the wind was the earth breathing out the breath that rose from the mouths of the living, spreading out through the earth’s body. [...]

(Jane said the session “felt good” while she was doing it. [...] For myself, I felt a distinct resurgence of hope as I cleaned my stuff up after the session, and we talked while I got ready to go home for supper. [...]

[...] They simply felt that a new beginning was about to happen, and they were attracted here for that reason. [...]

[...] Jane’s voice had been the same as before: deeper but not loud; I’d felt good energy in it, I told her. [...]

[...] She said that she had felt sensations of “freezing cold” at her forehead and a few other parts of her body. She also felt an internal “buzzing” which wasn’t physical, and a sudden desire for urination at the end of the session. [...]

[...] She felt Seth’s presence “just below consciousness”, she said, and thought she might be able to speak for him in a natural manner without attracting the attention of others. [...]

[...] Note also that Seth didn’t make his presence felt, nor was he asked to, until a convivial atmosphere had been established between the three of us present. [...]

[...] I became aware that my whole body felt as though it were gathering itself together, charging itself with some kind of energy, in preparation for travel. [...] My stomach felt empty or gone, my arms and hands elevated. Arms and legs felt enlarged. [...]

[...] It took place in the same sort of time in which a dream takes place, and its reality was felt undeniably by generations, and was reacted to. [...]

[...] I felt the action was continuing and was still there, as though I could “tune in.” [...]

(During the whole half-hour of the experiment I shivered constantly, and felt very cold even though I was covered by a blanket. [...]

[...] I was upset because I felt it was all true, and because I’d felt like interrupting constantly as Seth was giving his material. [...]

[...] I should add that Monday night’s session had actually begun to give us glimmers of hope, and that this buoyed-up feeling had begun to manifest itself this morning, whereas yesterday we’d felt pretty hopeless about the situation. [...]

[...] He felt that many of his own characteristics were considered disadvantageous in a man-woman relationship. [...]

[...] I for one haven’t had any such feelings, since from the very beginning of our relationship I’ve always felt certain that in Jane I’d found the ideal mate—an achievement I’ve considered most fortunate, one I’d hardly dared dream I’d manage to do. [...]

[...] There is a connection of course between such inner manipulation and the actual physical body—so Ruburt felt physical sensation that was, however, not a part of what he thinks of as the body. It felt as if another body, oddly his, yet connected with the physical body—while not it—was being manipulated. [...]

He is becoming more aware of inner events, so as he dozed he felt inner manipulations that were physical but not physical. [...]

[...] She also felt that Ruburt was a poor woman to begin with, in a way, because the intellect and femininity did not seem to mix—that is, Ruburt’s mother considered them odd components.

[...] Before, those found expression in his dealings with the outside world—but those dealings, he felt, were no longer necessary.

[...] Lest he be tempted by his new house, he felt poorly, even for him, yet he saw through what he was doing, and he has begun an awakening of consciousness that is now in the process. [...]

[...] She put her glasses on, telling me that she’d felt my concern during the session. [...]

[...] “Had quite a time there, didn’t you?” It was amazing, how much better I felt now than when I’d written the notes for yesterday’s session [Sunday, the 7th]. [...]

(This could be quite important: Several times later during the evening, Jane told me that she felt like she was on her feet, with the safety of the chair close behind her when she wanted to sit down. [...]

Then suddenly—I felt myself on bedroom floor, again not normally stretched but higher than in previous 2 episodes, trying to talk; felt support on floor. [...]

[...] I felt light. [...]

[...] However I felt that at least this time I had not slammed shut any unwitting door I might have opened.

[...] He loved you deeply, and does, but he always felt he had to tread a slender line, so as to satisfy the various needs and beliefs that you both had to one extent or another, and those you felt society possessed.

[...] Yet he felt that women were inferior, and that his very abilities made him vulnerable, that he would be ridiculed by others, that women were not taken seriously as profound thinkers, or innovators in philosophical matters.

[...] You would not take your art to the marketplace after you left commercial work, because then, in a manner of speaking now, understand, you considered that the act of a prostitute, for your “feminine feelings” that you felt produced the painting would then be sold for the sake of “the male’s role as provider and bringer of power.”

[...] “Maybe that’s why I felt so uncomfortable before the session. [...]