“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I could sense the notion of speeds very clearly, both in Jane and Seth, and I felt partly carried along by them.

[...] “Wow, the acceleration’s terrific,” Sue exclaimed; and just before going back into trance, Jane told us she felt the chair vibrating beneath her…. [...]

(“Then when Jane came out of trance at last break, I felt as though a force had been released in front of me, so that if I wasn’t careful I could topple over. [...]

[...] And so when man learned to categorize, number and dissect nature, he lost its living quality and no longer felt a part of it. [...]

[...] Yet underneath he felt that he was at the mercy of nature, because in cutting himself off from it he also cut himself off from using many of his own abilities.

[...] I easily felt Seth staring at me through her wide-open eyes.)

[...] Up from her nap Jane felt both nervous and sleepy. [...]

[...] Jane felt that Seth was in one of his expansive and friendly moods, and would have continued but for the late hour. [...]

[...] My lower legs and arms felt very light indeed, like feathers.

[...] I’ve felt that I should “push” the material, go on television or whatever to demonstrate and promote it, but that is the “wrong” level for me.... [...]

[...] She also was uneasy in that she felt Seth was too harsh at times; she worried about the reception Dr. Instream would give the tape, since Seth spoke in no uncertain terms. [...]

[...] Jane felt that “in between” what Seth was and said “was a whole lot of stuff I just couldn’t get through. I felt like I was a door tonight, and that through that came a lot of energy we’ll get hold of later. [...]

[...] He felt that with his natural spontaneity great discipline must be used, as given before. [...]

He felt therefore that he had to make his way of life pay. [...]

[...] She said she’d been very blue as I left last night, but that the period had passed after a while and she’d felt fine. [...]

[...] She felt somewhat the same way before tonight’s session, but decided to try to hold it.)

[...] My head felt bursting with pressure. [...]

I realized only later that the cord or cable I’d felt was the astral cord. [...]

[...] He felt impelled to have a window in front of him in order to get out of the physical house, and the window through which he went was a fabrication of his own, a symbol. [...]

At once, my feet and legs felt very strange, filled with a rustling sensation. [...]

[...] I was conscious of doing this, and that it took some little time, yet felt no urge to prod myself wide awake. I recall that I felt it urgent that I tell her what had taken place as soon as possible. [...]

[...] I blamed myself for not knowing enough to suspend any conscious judgment; I felt I had enough background knowledge to go along with this vision, to see what developed, yet I had reacted in what I thought a foolish way.

[...] It was this emotional reaction that was felt by the other individual, and the other individual had no idea what this emotion was.

7. In Volume 1, see Appendix 2 for Seth’s discussion of the conflicts I felt between my artistic, writing, and sportsman selves. [...] You felt conflicts at time. [...] You believed the painting self had to be protected … as you felt that your father had to protect his creative self in the household….”

(“Tonight I did have the feeling — for the first time — that ‘Unknown’ Reality was heading toward an end,” Jane said, “that Seth will soon be getting ready to tie it up, and incorporate the ending with the beginning … Not right away; but it’s the first time I’ve felt that.”

[...] She felt no other personality’s presence, etc; whatever the source, it appeared to be blocked off from her emotionally and subjectively in the usual sense; yet the material was given.

[...] She had said a little previously that she felt “up” today, or full of energy, light and active.

[...] She felt subjectively that the data came to her from her right side, via a channel. [...]

[...] Even art itself seemed to provide but a momentary glimpse of some undefined perfection, toward which you felt intuitively. [...]

[...] You were into your 40’s, and felt your own abilities still somehow unchallenged, not fully used. [...]

[...] I felt that he would eventually do so. [...]

[...] Sound, then, can be felt as well as heard, although you might say in such cases that the sound is heard in the depths of the tissues. [...]

[...] Yet as I listened to her I felt that at times the Sinful Self seemed to almost be trying to put the blame for her symptoms off on other portions of the personality—or let’s say that that was one of the feelings I had. [...]

[...] Yet I still felt questions and statements going around in my head as we retired—and as is often the case in such situations I wondered if I’d gone too far in my reactions, and needlessly interfered with Jane’s attempts to probe into and understand a most difficult challenge. [...]

(Jane has felt somewhat better the last couple of days, and I’ve been hoping that what we’re learning is “responsible” for that improvement. [...]

[...] It was felt that creativity served no responsible end in society. [...]

[...] The man, according to John, was also strongly connected to John’s feelings about the company [or attitudes toward it] for he felt that the new man, a regional director, has some of the same attitudes he has.

[...] The symptoms however are felt in the area of the shoulder blades. [...]

[...] Other than that, I usually put them on only when I felt tired. [...]

[...] I felt a distinct lift of pleasure as I left his office.

[...] You felt it made you inferior to accept such gifts. [...]

[...] They felt they were laying gifts at the altar of creativity, in their own way. [...]