“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Once again she said her back felt fine during delivery of the material. She felt while delivering that Seth thought he had gone too far in giving us the hose-snake material at this point, since it raised too many questions he didn’t want to go into yet.

[...] Her back felt much improved since the beginning of the session. My writing hand felt just a little tired. [...]

[...] 6/25, 8:30 PM: I achieved my usual thrilling sensation as I suggested to myself that I felt light. [...] This appeared to work; I felt similar to the state I experienced when Jane hypnotized me and used age regression. [...]

[...] When I did get it in my cupped hand without damage, I felt it struggling with surprising strength. [...]

[...] The working men (for Frank Longwell) made him feel as if the world intruded, and by its standards he felt to some extent exposed. Here were the two of you, doing what in the world’s eyes he felt was in direct opposition to its standards—the brawny, outdoorsy, hearty, family oriented males involved.

[...] I also felt that Jane was largely unconcerned by the foreign rights questions, and to me this was rather inconceivable, if such a word can be so qualified.

[...] I felt better than I had in some time.

[...] He felt that the worst would happen in any given set of circumstances. [...]

[...] When I took my seat at our table in the living room just before 9 PM Jane told me she had felt surprisingly nervous at my absence so close to the session; hence her calling to me. She also felt a definite irritation, but did not know its source, or who or what the target was.

[...] Nevertheless the pendulum told me I felt some anger at myself on this score, hence the stiff neck. [...] Jane now said the irritation she felt quite strongly just before the session, was her sensing of my own irritation at myself. [...]

(Again toward the end of the delivery I had felt the pleasant lethargy, coupled with the sharp vision as I looked about the room. [...]

[...] She also felt her head was down onto her shoulders, and this is another attribute of Bill’s drawings.

[...] You sort of resented the fact that this twin brother of yours had this organization in which he found support and in which he felt so a part because he was absolutely certain of the aims and goals of the organization and he was a good soldier within it... [...] but also at the same time you wanted the sense of security that you felt the other brother had... [...]

[...] “What’s the matter,” I asked her after supper tonight, “do you feel guilty because you think you deserted your mother?” I explained that I felt self-punishment, a feeling of unworthiness, self-doubt and mistrust must lie at the root of her symptoms—that she felt she must pay a price for each success, like the publishing of a book. [...]

[...] Dr. Werner added that he felt Jane should get attention, since help could lengthen her life span through muscular relaxation. [...]

Because of the Prentice situation, and because of the decision not to work on our book for a while, he felt blocked, not knowing how or when to move ahead (underlined). [...]

(8:54.) Ruburt always wanted to help his mother, and felt largely powerless to do so. [...]

(I felt no panic, no fear. [...]

[...] My state was remarkably steady and pleasant: I felt awake, aware of what I was up to, and quite free and weightless. [...]

[...] My astral legs felt quite rubbery, so loose and flexible were they — and somehow, from my prone position, I could see that they were light-colored and translucent from the knees down!

[...] I felt no fear, again, only confidence. [...]

[...] Briefly: Ruburt has always felt the strength of his abilities, even before he recognized consciously the areas into which they would lead him. From many sources—literature, psychology, religion, biography, he felt that creative or artistic people, those highly gifted, were persecuted by others, hunted down, misunderstood, and poorly equipped to deal with the social world. On the other hand, he felt that they were beset by errant impulses, extravagant, destructive behavior, the taking of drugs, overindulgence in alcohol, or even by suicidal tendencies.

Such gifts he felt were quite odd presents indeed from the gods. [...]

[...] It is significant that he has of late felt like standing unsupported, even if only briefly, for this means that he is beginning to sense a point of balance. [...]

[...] You both felt that considerable caution had to be used. [...] He felt that you would disapprove of many class events, in those classes you did not attend—that you would think he went too far.

When he danced, he often felt that he was dancing out the emotions of others. [...]

Ruburt felt he had to explain to the world, and he began to cut off experiences that he did not intellectually find decisive answers for. [...]

[...] He wrote the poem because he felt like it—scandalous behavior—and also because he had expressed his feelings and written them down.

[...] Once out of trance, Jane said she now felt as good or better than she had before the session began. [...] She had felt “really passive” during the session, and I had listened to her pace grow slower and slower as the session progressed.)

[...] Jane had been to the chiropractor today and was very relaxed — so relaxed that I asked her if she felt like having a session. [...]

[...] There is one good benefit however: He rested the full amount specified (one hour) this time because he felt it necessary.

I have little to say otherwise, except that your own attitudes have changed for the better, for you took your strengths for granted, for once (re AP’s visit), and did not concentrate upon those areas that you once felt were so shameful. For Ruburt’s condition is not shameful by any means—yet both of you felt that it was.

[...] Jane hadn’t been at her best either, although she felt much better than I had. [...]

[...] You could not take a vacation, you felt. [...]

[...] Even at the time I felt I wasn’t asking the right questions; sometimes the answers received were contradictory. [...]

(At about 9:40 PM, as we sat waiting for the session to start, Jane said she felt a bulky “something” off to her right, toward the bay windows in the living room. [...]

[...] He would also be driven to critically analyze the phenomena (hyphen)—and in books, because he is a writer—before he felt free enough to simply create (period).

[...] They were both cautionary procedures, symbolic and literal, that he felt necessary. [...]

[...] I also felt there was a strong possibility the sessions themselves would go by the board unless Jane showed much improvement before too much more time passed. [...]

You had a brief life as twins—some definite clear-cut divisions within yourself, have to do with this life when you were one of two—one going one way, and one going the other—one twin had a strong leaning toward military things—a soldier—the organization of the church now serves the same purpose, I believe—security within the organization—the twin who was in the military found his sense of identity as a soldier within the system, but he had great faith in the system—in what he was doing—the other twin was more given to a statesman-like sort of thing—and was in fact an orator, although he had another profession—it included oration to people—the two of you had a very strong telepathic relationship—and this time the church has provided the same kind of organization—you sort of resented the fact that this twin brother of yours had this organization in which he found support and in which he felt so a part because he was absolutely certain of the aims and goals of the organization and he was a good soldier within it—and at that time you envied him that security and that sense of identity within the system in which he believed. This time the orator part of you is still strong in that you want to teach and like to talk and to discuss issues—but also at the same time you wanted the sense of security that you felt the other brother had—also you picked up his desire to go to battle for, only in this case you are using battle for ideas that you are struggling for. [...]

[...] She said she felt all right while delivering the material, but not as good during break. [...]

[...] She now said that she felt much better than she had before the session began. [...]

[...] She felt much better than when the session began. [...]

[...] She felt blocked at times.

[...] The rejection he felt however was quite real, and you did feel it—the jealousy—for whatever reason, was felt as valid. [...]

[...] You felt you had a shaky hold then, and that the foundations of your work and married life were shaky.

He has been afraid that you felt this way, and has perhaps exaggerated this. [...]

[...] This was a biological activity he felt he could safely suspend, and in doing so avoid further conflict, the conflict caused by enjoyment in sex, when he did not feel worthy of being loved.

[...] For both felt equally guilty for the physical predicament, and were acting self-defensively. [...]

[...] She felt she didn’t get as “deep” as she did last night, and her pace ended up quite a bit slower. [...]

[...] He felt lost without dedication, and it robbed his days of meaning. [...]

[...] It was hard for her to verbalize her feelings, to even tell me about them, but she felt waves of panic and fear sweep through her—not hidden or covered up now, but faced and admitted, although with much difficulty. [...] Perhaps it was just exhaustion, for she felt quite relaxed by now. [...]

[...] After returning to the house, I felt a return of my own panicky feelings in my chest and throat as I made ready for a nap. [...]

[...] He felt free, and he immediately leapt toward what you can generally think of as the scientific viewpoint. [...]

[...] Ruburt felt he was someone who was bound to have access to such information. [...]

[...] She felt the men didn’t pay her serious attention at the science-fiction conference 27 years ago because she was a woman. [...] She felt that men were superior to women.

[...] Jane used to write poems to get back in Marie’s good grace: “At the same time I felt like I was betraying myself for doing it. [...]

[...] “But I certainly felt the feminine part of you was the part you couldn’t trust,” she said. [...]

[...] Jane said she felt like she could chew nails. [...]

Ruburt’s lapses have become quite noticeable to him, in contrast with the renewed air of freedom that he has indeed felt lately. He has also, however, begun to project, in small ways, in a quite positive manner, and felt impulses that before he denied.

[...] He has felt like performing some physical activities—getting the meal today. [...]

[...] The fact is that you decided to use your minds in certain ways that you felt were not approved of in your society—and that pattern goes way back for both of you; when you, for example, decided to bow out of a career in commercial art.

[...] When he began to sell his work, he felt to some degree, now, dependent upon the acceptance of the others in the world—for if they did not accept him at all they would not buy his books. [...]

[...] Because your parents rather than his were involved you felt sadness and concern, because such a move on your part, you felt, would be unfair.

[...] I followed, holding my breath, and felt no shock or fear especially. [...]

[...] I thought of Jane but did not see her, and still felt this sadness and concern much more than any fear. [...]

[...] But he would do it nevertheless, so you felt. [...]

The tax episode threw Ruburt into a quandary—not only because of the situation, but because you, he felt, felt so threatened that there was no joy in his royalty check. [...]