“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] You could agree or disagree with what he felt or what he said. He could have been in any instance right or wrong, but he met you squarely and spontaneously, and you felt that aliveness and responded to it. [...]

[...] You wanted to communicate love of our work, and instead you felt that you could only communicate resentment at what you felt had been done to it. You felt like a victim. [...]

[...] I felt somewhat relieved after the session. [...]

[...] And once again she felt like rubbing her forehead where the mythical third eye would be. [...]

[...] Her massiveness, among other effects, had been very pronounced for her then; she’d felt herself to be truly giant-sized. [...]

[...] This was reminiscent of Seth Two’s method of delivery, yet subjectively I felt differences. [...]

[...] She told me that “something” wanted to manifest through her so slowly that it was almost inexpressible; she’d felt deep rolling sounds going through her, yearning to be translated, yearning to make sense in our terms. [...]

[...] Seth didn’t appear; however, although Jane said she felt him around at various times. [...]

[...] Listening, I felt a marked regret, and wondered that this other life had seemingly assumed such a strong place in our “own” lives. [...]

[...] I felt a strong depression and regret, as stated before; I could have asked more questions. [...]

[...] I don’t think I’ve ever felt quite this way before. [...]

On a very few occasions over the past years, before a session Ruburt has felt a distance between us, or that our material was not quite ready. [...]

(11:15 P.M. “Boy, I really felt different while that was going on,” Jane said as soon as she was out of trance. [...]

[...] You could have done conventionally well, with portraits, and with other kinds of paintings, with your technical knowledge, but as you learned more you kept trying to put more into your paintings, ever demanding more of yourself and of the art, and forcing upon yourself a kind of growth and development that in a way became larger than the art itself—so that the art, you felt, could never be adequate as an expression of the inner realities of which you became more and more certain.

[...] Ruburt felt he could not go out again until he could do so without embarrassing himself or you, and until he walked normally. [...]

[...] You felt too sorry for him, and yet angry and embarrassed, and all of that was caused by concentrating upon the problem, projecting it in the future, in the definite belief, for all I have said, that that method of problem-solving works.

[...] I’ve felt pretty good today, although a trace of the panicky feeling returned after supper this evening. [...]

[...] It was a give-and-take situation; protection being used where it was felt it was needed.

[...] Because of both of your attitudes, you felt that a method should be cautionary. [...]

(4:44 p.m. Jane had been interrupted twice within three minutes since last break.“Gee, I felt these great big chunks of material there,” she said. [...]

(She’d felt better today, which probably was one of the reasons for the longer session. [...]

(Jane said she felt “scared and panicky,” and that, I knew, was a good sign. [...]

(I felt some small glimmers of hope about our progress this afternoon, and of course, hope it continues. [...]

(“I’ll get the beer,” I said, since Jane was doing well and I felt like continuing. [...]

[...] She felt she had no power in the moment.

She felt that certain rituals or foods warded off this evil hypnotic suggestion. [...]

[...] For some time, with her children grown, she had felt alone, unnecessary, denied the structure of vital action in which she had to care for her family earlier. [...]

[...] She also still felt it would be a short session. My writing hand felt no fatigue.

[...] As session time approached she felt a little nervous, yet not very much. [...]

[...] Jane said that after careful thought she felt the closet light was also on during the break at 9:56. [...]

[...] My writing hand felt no fatigue.)

[...] To some extent you felt you had to prove your worth as a conventional male, in—if you will forgive me—the narrowest of parochial terms, though you were possessed of abilities that were considered conventionally male only if they could be suitably laundered: art turned into commercial work, and other creative abilities, such as your writing, that at one time could have turned into several fields—the writing of Westerns, even. You felt the ordinary male accomplishments in terms of sports, which brought instant approval, yet you did not choose that road. [...]

A man’s purpose seemed to be no more than to put bolts together to make an automobile, to spend hours in a factory, working on an end product that he might never see—and because many such people felt that there was little intrinsic value to their lives, spent in such a fashion, they began to demand greater and greater compensation. [...]

[...] If he succeeded as a writer, it seemed he was less the loyal wife, and sometimes in the past—the distant past—you felt the same when you tried to be “the male provider,” and take a job to satisfy that narrow role. [...]

(Then, lying down at 8:15 this evening, Jane felt that she went into a deeper trance state, one that was experimental and yet controlled. She was not particularly trying psychological time, yet she felt that she was familiarizing herself for a new development. [...]

(Jane had no idea of the material for the session as the time for it approached, although she said her arms felt a “little light” from the state she had achieved at 8:15 and later. [...]

(Jane was not frightened at the new development, but still felt uneasy about relinquishing control, as she put it, during a session. [...]

[...] And I learned during the day that our talk had upset her considerably, even though I’d told her I felt that there was “a lot of hope” in the ideas expressed in our discussion. [...] Yet I felt that I was on to something good, and asked Jane pretty definitely to see that Seth discussed the subject tonight. [...]

(As we began to reread Monday’s session this morning, Jane said something that triggered a reaction on my part that I felt was based on material Seth gave in that session: “I tell my body every day that I trust it, that it can bear my weight when I go to the john, for example,” or words closely to that effect. [...]

(But with a new insight growing out of this month’s series of private sessions, I explained, I now felt that one could more directly get at the heart of one’s challenges, instead of trying to cajole the body into behaving differently—after all, the body’s condition was the result of certain ways of thinking, not the cause of the trouble. [...]

[...] Her hands now felt very cool; she said that briefly they had felt heavy or fat again, but the feeling disappeared along with her nervousness. [...]

Physical time, or that is clock time, was invented by man’s ego to protect the ego itself, because of the mistaken conception of dual existence—that is, because man felt that a predictable conscious self did the thinking and the moving, and an unpredictable almost automatic self did the breathing and dreaming. [...]

I suggest a brief break, and after it we will touch upon some of the reasons for this fear which man felt, and feels, for the whole portion of his being. [...]

[...] You felt sound. [...]

[...] One day while driving about town he felt strongly that he should return home. He felt that mail awaited him, that the letter was from his district manager, and that it concerned a raise for him. [...]

[...] Jane, incidentally, felt strongly that John would witness the session, so she was not surprised when he visited us unannounced at 8:30 PM. [...]

[...] As he walked out to his mailbox he felt certain the letter was there. [...]

(John Bradley told us that when Seth mentioned his becoming aware of more inner communications in the future, he felt a twinge of fear. [...]

[...] The ego felt threatened in direct proportion to the strength of the newly felt abilities, and performed a huge trick.

[...] Jane was aware of what she was saying; she called it a devastating psychological analysis and intuitively felt that is was correct.

[...] She has felt psychologically trapped for some time, this bringing about the physical trap into which she has fallen.

[...] She felt that marriage was a trap—the trap again, you see, and that it was a hampering of freedom. [...]

(Jane said that while Seth was speaking she herself felt that Seth was convinced that Peggy would be really helped if the instructions were followed. [...]

[...] Only in one small episode, mentioned earlier, when I felt bodiless and formless, like conscious air, have I ever approached using it.

Forgot: during night my stomach muscles right side lower suddenly relaxed & felt fantastic—I didn’t realize they weren’t relaxed before—then left side of my groin itched & all the flesh went soft & relaxed (and sort of flabby).