“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Also for a few moments I had an experience wherein my whole body felt somewhat enlarged. [Jane has had a few instances of this sensation.] My body felt especially broad or wide across the hips and hands, as I lay on my back with my hands at my sides. [...]

[...] Nevertheless she felt he was taking it easy on her tonight. [...]

[...] She said she felt about as tired as she would at the end of a regular session—not anything like as tired for instance as at the end of the last session. [...]

[...] He felt that he betrayed himself, that he performed acts that he should not perform in order to fit into its context, and he felt that he must do so in order to survive. [...]

(“After supper tonight I told Jane that I felt as though I was “near a breaking point,” that I might have to seek medical help. [...]

[...] You all felt that those dire events of the cultural and social world were somehow transposed over the natural one.

[...] You are a success in lines that can be felt by the world but not measured. [...]

[...] And as I watched it strike the ground, I felt a wave of sensation sweep over me, the rich tingling, the feeling of perhaps an inner wind that I described first in the 24th session. Even after I had gone back to work I felt at times a residue of this feeling, very faint, in various parts of my body.

(“What was the sensation I felt when the tree fell?”)

[...] What you actually felt when the tree fell was the pain of the tree, in much muted form. [...]

The man as he knows himself felt hardly anything. [...]

[...] “When I woke up I felt I ‘had’ the whole of four or five chapters ‘all there’ if I could somehow instantly transcribe them,” she wrote the next morning. [...]

[...] “I felt these ideas being inserted, but I did the writing.” [...]

(“Last night I also felt that Seth’s Appendix — if there is one — could deal with notes on particular chapters; methods of using natural hypnosis in certain cases; work on beliefs, etc.”)

(After the session, Jane said she felt that Seth was still around, which was unusual. She felt that Seth was “localized” right beside her as she sat on the divan; that is, that he was standing just beside and in front of her. [...]

[...] Jane said she felt no trouble. [...]

[...] Then however you felt a cleavage on Ruburt’s part, and continued the symptom. [...]

[...] She said she felt “something” go out to me from her body while Seth paused during his delivery... [...]

(Driving home, I had misgivings about my actions in making the appointment without consulting Jane, but told myself I trusted my impulse and the working of Framework 2. I also felt that Jane would never see a doctor on her own. [...] She ended up in tears, and I felt that I’d made a rather considerable error.

(Note: Strange to say, but at the same time I felt that Jane was more concerned about trying to make it into the doctor’s office—“Humiliating myself before all those people” —than she was about her symptoms themselves.

You felt guilty about the chair—(amused:) not that roller skates would have been a more suitable present. [...]

[...] You felt it could be easily overdone, as say Bill Macdonnel or Van Gogh. [...]

[...] Ruburt knew that the adventure required a finesse, a juggling of realities, and he felt a maturity or wisdom that his years had not given him. [...]

All of this occurred—the symptoms—while he tried to gain what he felt was the necessary wisdom to handle his experience. [...]

[...] To that extent he could not be content until he felt that your goals as well as his own were being met.

[...] At the same time I felt touches of my familiar thrilling sensation that I have often felt during psy-time, or when I see a vision; this gave me the feeling that I might be half right about what I had said; Seth however said nothing about it. [...]

You have felt this way fairly often. You felt responsible for the shock of his dream. [...]

[...] For reasons I was not aware of, I nevertheless felt the sneezing was related to the dreams.

He would not accept the responsibility that he felt such ability would put upon him, and so he looked for an outside source of the voices, and dreamed the sequence in which the voices came from a radio, and not his head. [...]

(Jim reported that he felt strong chills as the session got underway, and that he still felt them to a lesser degree during break. [...]

[...] At the same time, Jane said that she thought she felt Seth stirring about, since all of us had talked about him constantly for some time now. [...]

[...] As it happened, both drawings were rather successful; I felt I had done a good job of getting my memory of the visions down on paper.

[...] Jim felt more comfortable now, his chills had abated; my hand was okay; and Bill had a list of perhaps two dozen instances wherein he had known beforehand what series of words Jane would use to present certain thoughts. [...]

[...] My neck and certain parts of my back felt satiny and relaxed though and I’d ignored those feelings concentrating on the knee in particular.... and now even that sensation felt like an exaggerated or aggravated.... [...]

[...] I felt defensive and guilty; he was trying emotional blackmail, and I didn’t want to see him. [...]

[...] When I asked the question about explaining a nonphysical life, Jane said she felt that Seth tried to switch to the other source or voice, after his own brief answer, so that we could get more data. [...] Although she felt “up high.”

[...] As before, Jane felt the presence of the base of the cone at the top of her head; this is where she and I fit in. [...]

[...] She was aware of traffic noises as she left trance, but felt good; she missed the “good rich” Seth voice and feeling however.

[...] At the last break and this one, I had felt that Jane’s delivery slowed down as break time approached, something like a spring unwinding. [...]

(While I was getting set to take notes, Jane said she felt her subjective legs “going around in circles.” [...] She also felt that hands were pulling her legs down, straightening them. [...]

(To recap: after supper tonight Jane told me she felt “warm.” [...]

[...] My flesh felt like dough, the little men were kneading it like dough. [...]

[...] Yet, she said, she felt an image walking just ahead of her; at the same time the feeling of warmth had left her. [...]

[...] He felt it beneath him intellectually to speak of them to you, and felt that you would have no use for him, that you would think he was a cowering, spineless child rather than the independent brave spirit that he tried so hard to be for himself and you.

He felt threatened however then when you voiced your own fears. [...]

Ruburt has at times reacted in that manner, though to a less dramatic degree, when an echo of an old frightening physical pain is felt. [...]

He takes it for granted that he will be in good condition for class, regardless of how he has felt earlier, and the expectation is always correct. [...]

[...] And in this reality [the one you and Ruburt know] Ruburt instinctively felt apart from that house.

(“Well, I know you said in the last session [just before 10:33] that from her nonphysical reality my mother isn’t trying to coerce Jane and me into buying Mr. Markle’s house — yet I keep wondering what others will think about the idea of influence being felt in our reality from ‘the other side,’ you might say — ”)

[...] In addition, Jane holds deeply felt convictions about giving material on survival personalities; the information in Appendix 10 has a bearing here. [...]

[...] She is quite aware, therefore, of his decision not to buy the [Markle] house.⁵ In her level of reality, she was aware of the fact that Joseph wanted the house strongly; that one portion of him thought of possessing a large home, even though this would require upkeep and attention that another part of him did not want to provide because he felt it would take too much time from his painting and our work.

[...] At times during it I’d felt somewhat overwhelmed, thinking of what we still had to learn and accomplish, as well as about what we hadn’t learned in the past: Why was it all taking so long? [...] But the session was very good, I saw, and at the same time I felt a renewed hope.)

(I felt a bit tired, but thought the malaise was more psychological than anything else. [...]

[...] He felt such accusations, however. [...]

[...] That had made me angry: I felt that it at least offered an avenue of exploration, that perhaps we could use it as an avenue for changing beliefs. [...] I felt it offered hope, simple as it really is, and I couldn’t figure out what she was going to do without hope—without the sessions, without using her own abilities, without accepting some kind of reinforcement from anyone else. [...]

[...] Part of the reason we both felt better was that we had made some decisions that offered hope: the food therapy, the sessions, etc. [...]

(Pause at 8:43.) It attracted you—you felt the pull of needed change (with gestures), but this change had a new sense of attraction. [...]

[...] I also felt that Jane’s destiny was in her own hands, and that nothing anyone else was going to do would change that. [...]

[...] Jane said she felt a little better today generally, and I thought she acted it. [...]

[...] I thought it was great that she was expressing deeply-felt emotion, just as I was surprised that she’d spontaneously — seemingly — chosen the subject matter for the session … This had to be good, I said.

[...] I felt like directing some very nasty barbs at Marie — especially when I remembered those old photos of Jane that I’d looked at a couple of days ago. [...]

[...] She’s still uncomfortable, but felt a little better today. [...]

[...] Finally she said she felt Seth around. [...]

[...] We had already gone into the bedroom when I felt drawn to go out into the front room to my desk. Standing there, silently, I felt Seth near. [...] I knew that I felt that Seth was near, but, intellectually, I was full of questions. [...]

“Well, okay, ever onward,” I said, because despite it all, I felt it foolish to look a gift horse in the mouth. I also felt that in each of us there is a deep connection with “magical” elements of our nature—magical in that they rise like poetic inspiration, filling the mundane world with a special living, personal meaning. [...]

[...] As a psychic, I felt on very shaky ground for a while. [...]

[...] I felt at these times as if new information was being “popped into my head,” or rather, into my whole being. [...]