“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane said that tonight her voice felt as though it was being projected out of her as she dictated, that she was swept along by energy other than her own, “like a sail filled with wind.” [...] She felt supported, like flying, yet not disembodied.

(Neither Jane or I felt well, but we also didn’t want to dispense with the session unless we had to, or Seth decided to.

[...] Both of us felt much better than when the session began.

[...] Jane said she felt carried away, as she had been in the Father Trainor episode. [...]

[...] I’m afraid we felt little to cheer about. [...]

[...] I still felt we didn’t know the whole story about the eyes, as well as the other symptoms, and that Jane may have inhibited some material on those topics.

[...] I added that I wasn’t trying to shift blame outside of ourselves—but still, why the extreme reactions we felt? [...]

Because you have that knowledge, you do not realize the frustration felt by those whose words have little if any—overall, now—impact, practically speaking. [...]

[...] Jane said she felt Seth around, tired as she was. [...]

[...] When we reached Troy, Pennsylvania, yesterday afternoon, some twenty-four miles south of Elmira, Jane told me she felt revitalized suddenly.)

(Long pause.) Now he wanted to hold such beliefs because he felt he needed that quite painful facade to protect himself from his own spontaneity, and then to protect himself against the world because he felt he was too spontaneous. [...]

[...] Her legs have bothered a lot lately, and she’s felt down at times.

[...] The beginning of our sessions represents to you your own version of hearing the voice of God, in that you felt that it was the first time in your life that in whatever guise, some portion of the universe “had a message for you”—or that you were in contact with anything beyond the ordinary, that at least held hopes for a glimpse of any real knowledge beyond the known.

The withered foot (of my father) represented any and all deformities, and the great gap you felt existed between man’s ideal, and his actualization of it.

He felt danger strongly but could not run, you see. [...]

When he felt he could not act following his uncompromising nature, he attempted to submit, you see. [...]

[...] He felt alone, this his fault, surely as much as yours, though no fault in those terms is meant. [...]

[...] He felt helpless to push away his difficulties, and unable to support himself.

[...] If I stood up I felt as if I’d go flying through the wall, propelled by this force. My head felt huge, as if my ears were out several feet. [...]

[...] Both of us felt almost sad, in one way. [...] “Besides,” Rob said, “what do we call this new personality?” We knew it was meaningless basically, but we felt we needed a name, a label. [...]

[...] As soon as we resumed, however, I suddenly felt a powerful surge of energy flow through me, so that inside it “I” seemed almost lost and swept away.

[...] Ruburt sensed this in the past, and feared to open these channels until he felt himself suitably ready.

[...] To some extent now, you applied discipline in your work and lives to protect yourself against response to a world that you felt was insane, in direct conflict with artistic pursuits, and in which you felt quite alien —both of you, that is, as a unit.

[...] Instead, of course, he felt in such a position before the symptoms showed—as each of you felt, and were convinced in black-and-white fashion, that creative people were misunderstood, held in inferior position in the world, and were generally considered oddballs.

[...] Her legs and ankles still felt “itchy,” as described before, and at times she had similar feelings throughout the body. [...]

Again, his condition does represent the one area where both of you have felt cowed, often hopeless, and as if your abilities worked in all directions but that one. [...]

(At the same time, I was discouraged by the reading thing, although I felt it was connected to Jane’s right leg troubles—the break and the drainage. [...]

[...] The flexing of the joints in her shoulders was especially noticeable—they moved like they were made of rubber, I told her, and she agreed that they felt fine doing this. [...]

[...] I felt great that we were making obvious progress. [...]

[...] I felt surges of hope, and I could tell that she was pleased too. [...]

[...] She felt better today. [...]

(4:34 p.m. “I felt that was sort of slow,” Jane said.

[...] I thought of requesting of staff that she be given some Darvoset, or something like it, in the afternoons, but I hadn’t mentioned this because I felt my wife would reject the idea. [...]

[...] She felt Seth around again. [...]

(I felt depressed after today’s session, for it seemed to me that Jane still hasn’t shaken her fears, especially her distrust of her own body and its processes, after all this time. [...]

[...] After, however, she felt bodiless, changed position to answer my questions more clearly and get a larger view. [...] She felt that a partial projection took place, not a full one since only vision operated in the other location, rather than, say, all the senses. She felt suspended in air, but capable of movement.

[...] I felt the vibrations. [...]

I felt myself

And in the worm I felt the smooth

[...] Jane felt panicky again, and we talked. [...]

(4:00 p.m. Jane said she still felt some panic, and was half crying. [...]

[...] I mentioned the joy Seth referred to, and Jane said she felt it, even as she cried while I helped her move her arms. [...]

[...] I painted for an hour this morning while Jane slept, but felt a peculiar heaviness or loginess I was unaccustomed to. [...] Jane also felt it. [...]

(Long pause.) He felt it his duty to examine his psychic material with supercritical force, since it seemed to come from the other side of consciousness, so to speak, and since it presented such a different picture of all aspects of reality. [...] In a fashion they served as regulators that he felt at one time allowed him to live on an even course, tempering spontaneity or psychic exploration lest it progress too quickly for him to follow, yet also protecting him from other distractions so that he could continue his explorations. [...]

[...] Little wonder, then, that he felt he must alert all natural and normal controls. [...]

(10:12.) In other words, he felt he needed a countering force for his own spontaneity. [...]

[...] To some degree he felt guilty, wanting the sweaters when he had already lost money, and when they were obviously meant to replace the sweaters of his mother.

[...] He also felt guilty because of your neck difficulties. [...]

Now, he tried to block off subconscious feelings concerning his mother because he could not afford, he felt, to react to them, and there was little avenue for expression of his aggressive feelings toward her. [...]

[...] The ego did not appear rigid, for the inner seethings made it impossible, and spontaneity constantly erupted, but in ways the whole personality felt were the least dangerous.

[...] You felt that she had taken your mother’s place in the affections of your father, and she lorded her position over you. She was not that much older than you, you felt, to be put in charge of you, since there was only a five-year difference.

This was the extent of what you felt to be your responsibility.

(As Seth talked the witness felt a series of intuitive jolts that led her to believe the information was good. [...]

[...] The sister was older than yourself, and you felt, favored over you by your father.

Ruburt in the meantime had felt his body relaxing. [...] He felt like crying all of a sudden, and he mentioned that. [...]

[...] Finally he felt the impulse to walk without the table, used the plunger as an aid, and did not need to put his weight upon it. [...]

Ruburt felt like seeing company—a good sign. [...]

[...] There were times in the poor weather, when physically he felt like going out. [...]

Ruburt felt that your idealism could threaten the practical distribution of the books, so that his idealistic purpose—to get those words out—could be held back. You felt that the lack of taste, and often of artistic integrity, was so blatant that it blighted the words themselves, marred the message. [...] You felt Ruburt was being too “practical,” and would put up with almost anything, and he felt that you were being too impractical at times.

[...] Ruburt, however, would rarely deal with such issues at all, though he was aware of them, so you felt you bore the brunt. [...]

[...] I felt filled and at the same time light, a resemblance to the way I felt when reading the poetry for the recorder, during the Father Trainor experiment yesterday. [...]

[...] I now became aware that my right hand felt “fat,” or enlarged. When I mentioned this Jane then became aware that both of her hands also felt this way to some small degree. [...]

(Jane felt fine today. [...]

You felt that commercial art would work financially, because it belonged to the times, yet even then the comic book market, you felt, was falling beneath you as the public’s ideas changed, and (Mickey) Spillane’s comic strip fell beneath censure. [...]

[...] When Marie had been making noise, involved in noisy activities, Jane had felt much better, safer. [...]

[...] He disliked the public from that moment on, and felt resentful toward those whose pictures he took, that his livelihood would be at the expense of their favor.

[...] He felt people “could get at him” that way.