“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Jane said she felt Seth Two behind her, for the first time in a long while. She’d felt that other personality behind Seth while she’d been in trance, but couldn’t get it.... [...]

[...] She felt the effects of the beer. [...]

[...] There was no inspiring local leadership, and a variety of different kinds of individuals felt ill at ease, depressed and forced to the wall.

The rich and well-to-do felt threatened, for they had changed the status quo by their insistence upon modernity and progress, thus releasing the energy of the needy. [...]

[...] Politically oriented people felt that they had no really strong hold, so that effective communication with the federal government could not be expected. [...]

[...] They realized the relative unimportance of belongings, and felt within themselves the stirring of a freedom they had not experienced since youth.

[...] She began the reading all right but soon felt a sense of strain. [...]

(Jane said she felt it when I dropped the test envelope into her lap. [...]

[...] And also again, at this time Jane had a “distant” thought or impression of the error she made in the first test regarding a license, but felt content that she was keeping herself in the background.

(Jane said she felt that Seth was trying to come through with material on the Gallagher object, and that she was trying not to block it. [...]

[...] Around you, you found, were men who had traveled other roads—your neighbors, and you felt yourselves to be aliens. [...]

For Ruburt, again, the old ideas of femininity, not examined, hung over, and so he felt more vulnerable than you. [...]

[...] The intuitions are regarded in your society as female—and as a writer he felt he had to guard against female impulses or characteristics —against being too frivolous or emotional.

(I thought I had lots of them, but felt quite tired. [...]

He told his students that he felt as if he were between worlds, and he was. [...]

In the session in which Ruburt felt energy so strongly.

[...] Jane later said she too felt a more emotional “entrance,” though still much muted.)

[...] When I asked the question referring to the stronger Seth voice Jane felt somewhat bothered. [...]

[...] I also felt, or sensed or perhaps glimpsed, a great chute or trough or pathway of some kind that reached down into me from above me, or at least from outside of me. I definitely felt apprehensive on this second occasion; I thought of some kind of attack, although there was no pain of any kind. [...]

It certainly didn’t take you by surprise, however, since I felt that you almost expected me to visit.

(When I told her she had been pacing at a faster rate than ever before, she said it felt very effortless. [...]

[...] She felt as though she were a pure vehicle; she had no conscious thoughts about it, she was hardly aware of her environment at all. [...]

[...] It reminded me at once of a dirge or an elegy, and I felt chills as I began to intuitively understand just how meaningful it was, even without any translation at all.

[...] (Pause.) Some kind of white gum, or glue, had been rubbed into my scalp through my hair to improve the electrical contacts, and when the test was finished the attendant simply grabbed one area of the equipment and pulled the entire mess off my head in one motion—which felt like my entire scalp was coming off. [...]

[...] Eyes closed to hold back tears of humiliation, I felt my arms lifted by an orderly (long pause), my thin belly and ribs straining in the brightly lit room, my backside lifted and supported by two other strange arms, while a third person—I don’t want to sound too vulgar—

[...] She felt she’d beaten a number of negative suggestions from medical personnel in connection with all of those afflictions.)

(Jane felt with some emotion — she refused to think about it — that she’s embarked on some project involving her entity at this later time in her life. [...]

[...] When the child is playing, its sense of joy or anger or danger is very strongly felt. [...]

[...] She was on her back when I got to 330 today, and felt much better, although not at ease. [...]

(Note: Margaret didn’t — instead, she told Jane that Joe felt so much better that the family planned to take him home Wednesday night, instead of Thursday morning.)

The Sumari experience began when one family, the Sumari, learned that some class members felt alone in this world — bereft of family, often. [...]

[...] Yet now it seemed that even beneath that scattered performance Jane’s psyche had felt stronger ties of some kind — at least with Del, if not with her mother — than either of us had suspected; that at least some part of her had sensed a sort of biological or creature loss upon the death of a blood relative. [...]

[...] My back felt a little better, although not clear. [...]

[...] As we had last night, both of us felt out of it after the session.

[...] I didn’t know whether I looked forward to it or not, but felt it essential that we get it. [...]

[...] No matter what you said, he felt that he did not want to add to your work until then.

[...] They are disturbing because at one stage they are only felt but not understood for what they are. [...]

The more unsafe the world is felt to be, then the more important protection is, and the more threatening, expression. [...]

[...] He felt trapped by them, having to help them, as he felt trapped by his own mother.

He felt then that the tables had been turned on him again, after a time of freedom. [...]

When he felt trapped he adopted those symptoms, though to a much lesser degree, that his mother had when she was trapped. [...]

[...] He felt always on shifting ground, and could not get his footing—hence the rigidity.

(Sunday 6/21, 9:30 PM: Once again while in the desired state I felt my hands and forearms become quite enlarged; and again in this state they felt as though they were far apart—again, 6 feet or so. [...] I felt the experience could have been a good one.

[...] My writing hand felt no fatigue to speak of even though it had been a long and fast session. [...]

[...] I said, “I love you, I’m standing by your chair in the art department at the card co.,” but though I felt very light I did not see or feel myself there. [...]

(Friday 6/19, 9:30 PM: Halfway through my induction into the desired trance state I became aware that my forearms and hands once again felt quite enlarged intrinsically, and also quite far apart, perhaps 6 feet or so, although as I lay on my back on the bed my hands were so close to my sides they touched my hips. [...]

(Jane told me this afternoon that she wasn’t uncomfortable after giving yesterday’s session—the first time she’s felt good following one. [...] After today’s session she also felt good, and rotated her arms speedily and raised them up higher than she had even yesterday. [...]

(I told her I felt that today was somewhat of a resting day for both of us. [...]

[...] She felt hot and uncomfortable, even though a window was wide open and the blower on [the air conditioning aspect of the blower has evidently been turned off for the winter by the hospital]. [...]

[...] Both of us felt good about the improvements, though.

[...] I’m afraid that when I opened the letter and saw the check for the $18,000, I felt no reaction at all. [...]

[...] She said she felt “real impatient, that I want to get up and do something—you know what I mean? [...] I haven’t felt that way in a long time.” [...]

[...] He felt briefly though quite correctly this evening that the area now being worked upon involved quickness of motion.

He felt like crying this afternoon. [...]

[...] I still felt much better, and thought that Jane did too. [...]

(“Youth and innocence must have been on our side, back there at York Beach,” Jane said, “when we felt so terrible. [...]