“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Jim T. reported that this afternoon, upon being invited to attend a session by Jim B., he felt his scalp distinctly crawl on three separate occasions; lifting up as though it would detach itself. [...]

[...] Jim Beckett stated that midway through the monologue, he felt the presence of Bill Macdonnel so strongly that he expected to see Bill walk in the door. [...]

[...] Her body did not move on the bed; she merely felt this very definite jolt within, at the top of her skull. [...]

[...] My forehead felt extremely cool, as if bonds of coolness went all around my head. [...]

[...] She said she felt as though the Seth voice was pulling her along. Her trance was deep, she felt very free, she said. [...]

(Lorraine’s neck felt much better, she said, and Bill’s ulcer had quieted down. [...]

[...] Bill said his ulcer had not bothered him, and Lorraine said that her neck felt much better.

[...] We talked about the high peak of psychic activity she had reached recently, and she said she felt that Seth was “still around.”

[...] I still felt the hope engendered by the first session, on October 9, and wanted to keep that impetus going. [...]

[...] Again, I felt hope.)

[...] However, that mixture of dread and anticipation I’ve felt every day for months when I went to the mail box should now begin to dissipate.

(After I’d told her about the insurance thing, and Jane had told me about her increased motions, she added that she now felt that everything would be fine, and that she would recover. [...]

[...] In his own way at that time (underlined), he picked up the habit of checking happy spontaneity, and he felt you were accusing if he displayed it, and in small ways began blocking. Later he himself did not trust any good development, and so felt unsure in expressing it. [...]

[...] I’d felt them, and she was holding them as rigid as bent metal rods.

[...] I felt blown away by such behavior.

[...] I then felt my tiny friend, who by now seemed to be even smaller, buzzing and banging against my palms, trying to get out.

[...] I felt him buzzing, very vividly, still trying to escape. [...]

[...] This made me very angry, for as I felt my friend buzzing inside my hands, I wondered how I would know him from any other insect once I released him in order to help him.

[...] You felt guilty because you have not offered to help paint your parents’ home, inside or outside, although your mother has dropped frequent and heavy hints. [...]

[...] I added that Seth—and we—must have covered this ground many times over the years; yet now I felt that once again I was “on to something important.”

[...] I felt that we couldn’t afford to miss sessions these days. [...]

I have mentioned this on occasion—that he felt quite different from his contemporaries. [...]

[...] He felt that he could hardly keep up with the spontaneous self: what was it about to do next? [...]

You see, for years Ruburt hid himself from his mother, and as stated earlier he felt that in giving her his book he had opened himself to her. [...]

You see however he felt that he was learning maturity by ignoring the subconscious. [...]

[...] They were not his style, they were his mother’s style and in wearing them he felt further alarm that he was being cast in her world, so to speak.

[...] Jane said she felt as though the experiment had been a failure. [...]

[...] Before this time, however, man felt a part of nature, not separated from it. It was regarded as an extension of his being, as he felt an extension of its reality. [...]

[...] The air conditioner had been on since before the session, yet Jane felt warm at break. [...]

[...] The pace had been consistently fast, and my writing hand felt it. [...]

(Jane surprised me at supper time by saying she felt Seth around and wanted to have a session. [...]

(Jane has felt fairly well today. [...]

[...] The bonding did not secure him that important and vital sense of safety, and to some extent or another he felt at least threatened by abandonment. [...]

I felt pretty humble when the whole thing was over. [...] Actually I think that these abilities flow through us as the wind flows through the branches.) Ann wrote me a letter shortly after, telling me that she and Jim no longer felt the tremendous sorrow that had burdened them earlier.

[...] During the proceedings I felt that I was the deceased woman, reliving an argument she once had with her husband. [...]

[...] I felt their terrific need, but I also realized that it was well-nigh impossible to prove life after death. [...]

Again I felt this strong desire to help, and again I was filled with doubts. [...]

(Since Seth gave us the material on therapeutic dreams last Wednesday, I began suggesting that I would experience one, as I was in a bad mood generally speaking and had been for a week; also I felt poorly with aches and pains etc.; nothing serious but annoying.

(Friday morning after writing for two hours, suddenly I felt very sleepy and could hardly hold my eyes open. [...]

[...] If so, he did this at the same time that I felt I was with him. And he felt Seth shake his shoulder while in my experience I shook it.

[...] By the next day she felt better than she had in six months. She began to take walks again and felt rejuvenated. [...]

[...] Also … I chose to pursue these topics at a level of sophistication which I felt, at least, made it exceedingly improbable that Jane could fool me on; substituting her own knowledge and mental footwork for those of Seth, even if she were doing it unconsciously. [...]

[...] Mrs. Brian had a terrific headache while reading the article; suddenly she thought she felt Seth’s presence. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s body felt dead by contrast in large areas in the past. [...]

[...] She felt a sharp pain in her chest, and died of a heart attack. [...]

[...] Suddenly I felt giddy and full of fun, struck again by the incongruity of the whole affair. [...]

Using the inner senses, it would be as if, instead of seeing the various houses, our man felt them. [...]

This sense would permit our man to feel the basic sensations felt by the tree, so that instead of looking at it, his consciousness would expand to contain the experience of what it is to be a tree. [...]

[...] Since it was a photo of me I felt it would have an emotional attraction for her.

[...] Jane had also finished the first third of her book on the Seth material itself, and felt it ready to send out.

[...] But she now said the earlier interruption caused by the traffic had disturbed her, and she felt she hadn’t been at her best afterwards.

(“A connection with four people,” I felt to be a vague reference to others I worked with at Artistic Card Co., when the photo was taken in 1960. [...]

She felt that it was her responsibility to have a child, and so she did. [...]

[...] She felt she was set apart, but also that she was set apart because she could not tolerate violence. [...]

She was gentle, and yet displayed a characteristic hauteur, in that she felt that the world was soiled, and so she would come in contact with it as little as possible.

[...] So when she discovered this other part of him she felt betrayed. [...]

[...] I told her that I got mad this morning because I felt that the Seth material wasn’t — and wouldn’t — get the hearing it deserved in our society. [...] I felt that mankind seemed to have deliberately or perversely chosen to ignore it, for probably innumerable reasons historically. [...]

[...] As we talked before I turned her on her left side, I said that I felt she still did not feel entirely free to walk, that something — some beliefs, or set of them — still held her back. [...]

[...] I felt better: Squirrels at least would have a chance to get out—but fledgling birds? [...]

[...] Where he felt he was expected to behave in an almost supersaintly fashion—for you have of course two completely different versions of the self there, each unreasonable. [...]

[...] At the same time he felt that he should be offering more: the public image, the saintly understanding, and so forth. [...]