“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Then I felt silly, because Seth made absolutely no attempt to “invade” my normal working day. Worse, I felt that he was amused but understanding, and felt that my efforts, if basically unnecessary, were still important for my peace of mind.

[...] Jane felt her hand grow cold. [...]

[...] The pawlike hand felt very cold, wet and clammy, and the skin had a bumpy feeling that I wasn’t used to in Jane’s hand.

[...] It could hardly explain the bumpy quality Rob had felt in my hand, or the second set of fingers, though we decided that it could perhaps have accounted for the odd mirror image.

[...] She was aware of nothing but the material while speaking, and felt the ideas were good. [...] She now felt much better. [...]

[...] I felt it was going to be one of those sessions where she became really involved with the material.

Their influence is felt in every universe. [...]

[...] I felt Seth was on the track with his data, yet because I had so little background concerning it myself the data seemed opaque to me. [...]

[...] Jane then stated that she felt Seth’s presence and that we could have a session if we wanted one. [...]

(As Jane delivered the following paragraph, I felt my familiar thrilling sensation sweep over me from head to toe, quite strongly. [...]

[...] Just before break, she held her hands out to me while dictating to indicate they were “fat,” or felt enlarged. [...]

[...] My hand felt no fatigue, even now. [...]

[...] She felt the pyramid effect a little during break. [...] She also felt that the numbers lined up behind could expand and contract and assume various variations and endless combinations. [...]

(Jane had felt the ideas were coming to her so rapidly she couldn’t speak fast enough to keep up, whereas actually the delivery had been a slow one for the most part. [...]

(Lee Wright also breathed very heavily during the seance, felt a great relaxation, and yet also felt he could end the experiment at any time. [...] I felt that enough had been done for a start, and Jane acceded to my wishes.)

[...] Once he achieved a feeling of transportation psychically to another room; the other time he felt the room we were all gathered in had enlarged a great deal. [...]

[...] Once, she said, she felt that she was growing “smaller” as she sat in her rocker while Seth spoke. She felt that she was an old man, little, tiny... [...]

[...] Endeavors which you felt involved a greater production or use, rather, of energy. [...]

You felt that actively going out however, in terms of a projection involved a greater effort and energy, and this particular aspect you had not tied into your art. [...]

[...] Presenting the session in a more isolated manner here, then, may give the reader a clearer idea of how we felt during Jane’s early days in the hospital [and later too, for that matter]. [...]

[...] Some of them talked about her right in front of her as though she weren’t there—and, Jane said, with her hearing still much impaired at that time, she almost felt as though she wasn’t there.

[...] “But in spite of everything, over all those years I never felt sick until I went into the hospital,” she wailed. [...]

[...] He’d offered Jane encouragement as she is, and she had felt an immediate psychic rapport with him. [...]

[...] You felt it imperative to verbally express dissatisfaction or disapproval, generally, now—that is how words were used by your parents.

You felt that love and devotion should be understood, and that they did not need to be stated. [...]

In the past you felt that the touches of affection were ambiguous. [...]

[...] He felt that, and was moved, as always. [...]

[...] Now Ruburt once felt that he had to discipline his impulses, lest they spontaneously lead him where he felt his purposes, or safety, might be threatened. [...]

[...] Thusly, Ruburt felt that there were contradictions between spontaneity and discipline, the intuitions and the intellect. [...]

Because of your age difference, Ruburt felt he had to catch up, and he became more conscious of clock time. [...]

[...] You felt that the situation was too hot to handle. [...] You wanted to leave but felt it best that you stay, since Ruburt sees his father so infrequently.

You preferred spending most of the time in the house, even bored or disgusted, rather than put yourself in a situation that you felt, literally, had possibilities of disaster. [...]

The energy Ruburt felt, and feels, is his own. [...]

[...] He was afraid of the cat, considering him wild and caged originally, as his mother had been in his interpretation, so he felt forced to help the cat (who did not have any love for him), as he felt before he had to help his mother—who would kill him if she had the chance.

The important point is that he has felt that he should perform publicly, to promote our ideas, and also because he felt he should do so, since he obviously could do so (all intently). [...]

[...] You both felt a sense of schism between Ruburt’s physical condition and a hypothetical image of Ruburt as someone getting my material and ideally embodying it, so that if not perfect at least the main aspects of the life were smoothed out without contrasts. (Long pause.) In that regard indeed Ruburt felt as if he could not live up to my creative work—as if his physical being must embody all of the knowledge that came to him through our sessions—another important point. [...]

[...] He felt he needed excuses, or in his own eyes and the eyes of others he would seem to be a coward. [...]

(After supper I asked Jane if she’d hold a private session for me, since I felt so bad. On Saturday, October 27, I’d evidently come down with a “bug” of some kind —whether physical or psychological, and haven’t felt good at all since. [...] We’d been working hard, and when I lay down for a nap Saturday afternoon I felt relaxation effects. [...]

(We’ve lost the old sense of freedom we had with Prentice-Hall, where we can just do our work, ship it to them, and expect it to be well handled, with royalties paid every so often and a trust both felt and expressed between the two sides. [...]

[...] But I was determined that he understand our feelings—or mine, at least, in no uncertain terms, for as we talked I could feel him start using words to paper over our upset about foreign rights; I felt that his tactics would only make it possible for the whole thing to happen again with succeeding books, and that I was going to short-circuit at once. [...]

[...] Your early financial success also pleased your mother, and she felt that you had fallen from a high estate, not having lived long enough to see your financial gains. [...]

[...] You felt she intruded. Quickly, however, you felt sorry for her. [...]

[...] I decided that henceforth I would turn visitors away, since I didn’t see how I could know in advance whether she felt like seeing anyone or not. [...]

[...] Each of you felt that you should see the woman regardless of your feelings. [...]

[...] In the terms of which we’re speaking, now, having attained a certain but quite limited artistic career that you felt was more of a prison that no technique could help you escape. [...]

[...] She said she’d felt ashamed of the panic at times, and agreed with me that if the shame was used to possibly suppress the panic, it — the panic — would last longer.

(I’ll have to admit I was surprised when my wife said she felt shame at the panic. [...]

[...] First, while my eyes were closed I felt that the “area of darkness” they encompassed to the left and the right was abruptly and definitely wider. [...]

[...] While speaking aloud, she had the parallel thought that Seth felt this material wouldn’t make him very popular in some quarters, among people who might desire to use this material for their own purposes.

(Jane now felt fully awake. [...]

[...] She had spoken steadily for half an hour, but upon coming out of her trance state felt that but a few minutes had passed.

[...] She felt “funny” when I started to cough, since even though she stopped dictation she still felt suspended between the trance state and the regular state of being. [...]

[...] She later told me that while working on it she felt quite uneasy. [...]

[...] She now told me she felt her foot strike the leg of the table, but that ordinarily it would have bothered her a lot more than it did.

[...] It is because Ruburt always felt that aloneness that he has in his own way tried to serve both of your purposes at the same time. (I felt bad for Jane’s aloneness.)

[...] We had talked about this at times, of course, but now I thought I saw a new angle to things, and felt hope; where before I had thought there were no new angles....)

Viewing you as he viewed himself, using the same logic, he was afraid however that basically you felt our work a detriment to your own, and that its success, while pleasing you on the one hand, might prevent you from success as an artist because you would not have the time, and that you would basically resent it. [...]

[...] You have seen him in a very few honest expressions of anger, once when he tried to throw a chair, and felt the suddenly released energy that he usually does not channel physically. That same unexpressed energy is present within you, but it must be felt first, and acknowledged. [...] He felt you equated noise, period, with emotional behavior.

[...] She said, regarding her leg pain, that when she got it just before the session she felt like crying, but didn’t want to interrupt the session. [...]

Your father would like to kick at old cars, for he felt that they defied him since they worked improperly. [...] When your cars were new you felt at one with them. [...]

[...] She had felt as though she were reacting to a third person, one whom she felt rapport with and hated to see leave. [...]

[...] I felt nothing in the chair.)

[...] On the other hand you do have a rather deeply felt feeling for mechanical objects. [...]