“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] At one time he felt his emotional spontaneity was indeed admired by you and encouraged, and he blossomed. Then he felt it threatened you—that it would form a barrier between you. He felt that you thought he wanted more than you could give—or wanted to give, practically speaking.

[...] While he tells himself that your concern is based on love, and knows it, he felt that love for example last night through feel and touch.

[...] He felt that his obvious femininity was almost a threat to both of your works, that he had no right to look sexy and tempt you both when spontaneous love play, for example, would not occur. [...]

[...] Because you are only now learning to verbalize your feelings, this means that he felt, particularly in the past, that you dealt with him opaquely in an area in which he did not know how to cope.

To some extent he knew this, but felt defiant enough to try it anyway. [...] He felt the impulse to paint, and did so, but by late afternoon he was in a very poor mood. [...]

[...] He decided to do that, but felt guilty. [...]

[...] His mood was so bad because he felt that he could not win no matter what he did. [...]

[...] These sensed changes of course are responsible for the fact that he felt like trying the stairs to begin with.

[...] In his terms he felt alone, in that he felt he was upsetting all known knowledge, and without training working in the unknown. [...]

You, while being of great help, could not subjectively follow him, or lead him into out-of-body activity, and so he felt he had only himself to rely upon. [...]

[...] Much of this has to do with the fact that he did not express his normal fears, but felt them beneath him, so that they built up. [...]

[...] He felt you would not understand them, for you valued his abilities so much that it seemed, by contrast, that he should profess no fears. [...]

[...] Subconsciously you felt cheated. Now the comfort was needed to begin with so that you could make up for other things that you felt you did not have, and to help you cope with problems, as you are aware. [...]

[...] You wanted to go ahead but felt you could not, so that this was reflected in your posture long before you felt a symptom. [...]

[...] As you noted, you felt off balance subjectively, and unsure. [...] When you bought the dog, subconsciously you felt that the dog was almost a symbol of your failure.

[...] You did indeed shake yourself up when you decided to put your smoking aside, but this was simply because you felt subconsciously a loss. [...]

[...] You felt that she had taken your mother’s place in the affections of your father and she lorded her position over you. She was not that much older than you, you felt, to be put in charge of you, since there was only a five-year difference.

This was the extent of what you felt to be your responsibility.

(As Seth talked the witness felt a series of intuitive jolts that led her to believe the information was good. [...]

[...] The sister was older than yourself, and you felt, favored over you by your father.

None of this was spoken, and he felt it disloyal. He felt that you would interpret any such feelings on his part as aspersions against your manhood. [...]

[...] With each book that Ruburt produced, he felt guiltier that you were still at the job. He was afraid that both of you would become too timid as time went on to make the move that he felt you must make, and that the necessary opportunity would slip through you fingers.

[...] He felt that when he had initiated action in the past that it had not worked, and he was then afraid of initiating new action, so he kept waiting for you to do so. [...]

(I explained to Jane that I’ve never felt any aspersions against my manhood; that has never been a problem with me. [...]

In the past, it had been at least acceptable to him, because he felt it a temporary means. His own overexpectations, or rather unrealistic expectations concerning his book, and the mistakes he felt were connected with it, sensitized him, until he felt that outside money would be a permanent part of his life.

The nursery school was at the time the only move he felt really open to him. [...] He felt guilty at turning down the yoga classes, yet he felt that to match your performance he was expected to work five afternoons. [...]

[...] One method he felt was highly favored by you, and by far it seemed the most dependable, and he chose it.

He felt his own respect and yours, he must take a job, and a regular one— and for the reasons given this had highly unpleasant repercussions that led to symptoms of immobility. [...]

[...] She said the left hand movements were weird to her, and felt subjectively “like a dead hand.” [...] At no time, Jane said, did she “see” Blanche, or feel disembodied herself; yet she felt at the same time that contact had been made. [...]

[...] Her trance, Jane said, was quite different than the usual Seth trance, and a few times, particularly during the crying attempt, Jane felt she might be approaching an unpleasant experience, as has happened a few times in the past. Again, Jane felt that in making contact, Blanche had to go through the last, and so unpleasant, stages of her physical life. [...]

(I asked Jane, who said she felt no awareness of Seth about, to try contacting Blanche by feeling, if possible, rather than mere words. [...]

[...] I felt that my speaking, steadily but not rapidly, gave Jane freedom and reassurance to do more than she might have otherwise, and she later agreed to this. [...]

[...] He wanted to express love for his father as a child far more openly than he felt his father would allow. He felt that his father would consider such demonstrations not masculine.

When he learned to write, he thought of writing to express such thoughts, and was always tempted to use writing as an expression of those subjective feelings he felt were forbidden—not just directed toward his father, but feelings of which he felt his father would disapprove. [...]

[...] Some of this may have been due to her lack of a normal home environment, without a father, we said, yet I felt there were strong independent elements in her personality that encouraged such behavior anyhow. [...] She also felt “betrayed” by Father Darren when he made advances to her when she was in her earlier teens. [...]

[...] At 3:45, Jane said she sensed or felt a “larger you” — meaning me — about her. [...] She felt a great love from the entity. [...]

[...] She said she also felt that she should cover up her use of the pendulum, that “people will really think I’m nuts.” [...]

[...] Both of us had felt emotion at the reading, both times. [...]

[...] I felt considerable relief in doing so. [...] I felt additional relief at having that taken care of.

[...] Twice today we had rather short discussions about our ideas of why the symptoms linger after all these years: nothing new, I’m afraid, although she said she felt better afterward—before getting blue again. [...]

(Jane vacillated several times between having and not having a session, before finally announcing that she felt Seth around. [...]

[...] All in all, he felt that to be a fairly reliable and adequate framework, whether or not he might get better terms someplace else financially, or in other ways. [...]

[...] This was the sore point always felt in those discussions. He felt cornered, you see, as if you were saying, “I told you so, your deepest fears will be realized.”

[...] He felt this left him open. [...]

[...] Added to this was what he felt to be the need to find employment, and the hope that his writing could be his livelihood. [...]

He felt that the dream book had let him down when it was rejected. [...]

[...] Then my hands and feet felt somewhat elevated. After this came something new for me: while they felt elevated, my hands also felt quite strongly drawn toward each other, as through some kind of attraction. Although I knew they did not move, they felt as though they crossed and uncrossed at the wrists, quite often, pulling together, then repelling each other. [...]

[...] First my left foot felt somewhat elevated, then my left hand, and finally the entire left side of my body. This rather pleasant and definite feeling had good duration; at one time I felt as though I was turned to lie upon my right side, so that my left side was raised up. [...]

(Jane felt quite tired before the session this evening. [...]

[...] She still felt tired at break, she said, but all right while delivering the material. [...]

On the same level: With Ruburt’s background he felt no man would support him, yet wanted to be supported. [...] The part-time job on your part was of course a compromise, but loving you, he felt it was at the expense of your creative output and purposes.

[...] When you were ill they began, but he felt even less able to acknowledge them as his own. [...]

[...] On one level he would not care, if only he felt you were really (underlined) painting what you wanted, and pleased with it; but you do not seem pleased.

(A few notes: I have always felt that my early life, being so different than Jane’s, had a lot to do with my approach to painting, once I embarked upon it after meeting her when I was about 34. [...]

[...] But she felt “disconnected,” and recalled her psychological time experience of the morning, in which she felt “separated.” [...]

(Jane felt quite lethargic and sleepy as the day wore on, but did not believe this state had anything to do with our active weekend. [...]

[...] After the nap she still felt drowsy. [...]

(Jane now felt better than before the session began. [...]

[...] You felt as if you could not move also, and before Ruburt’s symptoms began. You felt this psychologically; do you follow me?

[...] You felt that there was nothing you could do about the situation, that there was no reason to worry about it, but the anxiety was displaced then, draining your energies.

[...] A concentration upon your individual and combined work, your practical plans in that direction, will promote an enthusiasm that you have not felt jointly or individually in years. [...]

[...] Earlier Ruburt would have become alarmed and frightened, felt you were being negative, and discouraged at any verbal and emotional encounter with the feelings that you expressed, precisely because they brought into the open feelings of his. [...]

[...] You never knew when it would erupt, and as a child you felt helpless before it. Through precise renderings you felt that you imprisoned it, and therefore controlled it. [...] Basically you have felt this magical commitment to realistic work, for to leave it would be to break the lines of this imprisonment, letting loose the emotions that you feared.

[...] Your mother felt literally trapped by physical life and circumstances. As a youngster you felt that recreating portions of physical reality gave you a mastery and control over them. [...]

He has felt the need of sleep because he has been overly anxious to set things right. [...]

[...] She said she felt she had achieved an emotional rapport or contact with the “person,” whom she had never met.)

[...] Saturday AM the parts of my body that had felt softer, were quite sore; knees and arms. [...] I went out because I thought I should; anyhow later, the parts stopped being sore; and walking there was another difference as if I were trying to swing some from side to side the way you should; felt some ambitious, cleaned bathroom a bit....

[...] Felt quite ambitious Friday AM. [...]

[...] Almost at once I felt dissociated, drowsy, and sat in the rocker without rocking. My eyelids felt very heavy, my head slumped sideways. [...] I answered that I felt very odd and unlike myself.

[...] He felt strongly but could not explain. [...] He felt strongly his connection with the universe as a whole and with nature as he understood it. [...]

[...] Jane sensed her grandfather’s feeling of identification with the rest of nature however, and since she had not yet developed a strong ego personality as a young child she felt no sense of rejection as did, for example, the other members of the family. When he spoke of wind she felt like wind, as any child will unself-consciously identify with the elements.

[...] Then I sat in another chair & felt funnier. My hands felt very light & so did my shoulders. [...]

[...] I felt better already. [...] I felt selfish, too. I just wanted to watch the television program [Upstairs, Downstairs], but when that was done I felt better, and I knew you needed the help....” [...]

(At 10 PM I asked Jane if she felt like having a session. [...] Now after everyone had gone—Dick and family stayed until about 8 PM—I felt poorly indeed. [...]

[...] and so forth, I felt the discomfort in the left groin sweep over me in waves. [...]

[...] Then as I sat making notes, Jane called in to me that she felt better, that she’d try a session after all. [...]