“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane had done little motion exercising because of my going over the session, though I’d told her to if she felt like it as I was reading. [...]

(From 4:00 to 4:07 people came in to take her vitals — temperature 99, up a bit, but Jane felt okay. [...]

[...] You felt, if it were threatening your artistic self, what could you expect from it when you had always supposed previously that it upheld the creative drive? [...]

[...] As session time approached Jane no longer felt nervous. [...]

(I was somewhat concerned because once again she said that she was tired, and I felt her voice revealed her fatigue rather plainly. [...]

You found out later and felt somewhat at fault. [...]

[...] She felt somewhat relaxed, she said, and not as nervous.

[...] When Seth gave us the material on Miss Callahan, I felt a chill.

[...] At the end of the session she felt better than she had all day.)

[...] As soon as the information was received both of them felt more at ease, and the panic that had at least threatened, vanished.

War has often served as an emotional stimulus, as an escape in terms of drama, excitement and belonging for those who have felt alone, powerless and isolated.

[...] I felt much better. I felt better the next day as I typed this material, also.)

[...] Ruburt was furious in the store, and felt abandoned. [...]

He felt driven to do so. [...]

[...] Jane felt well. [...]

[...] Jane felt a very strong energy.

[...] I felt the same way about Seth Speaks; the end always shocks me.” [...]

They might have felt that they had lost direction at times. [...]

In usual circumstances you may remember the emotions that you felt at the time a picture of yourself was taken, and to some extent those emotions may show themselves in gestures or facial expression. [...]

My dreaming self
Came in
And walked about.
I felt as if doorknobs turned,
Opening rooms up
In my head.

[...] I am saying that in wintertime there are definite health-value effects to be felt when you sit in front of an open fire. [...]

[...] After the flood [in your area], the river air is felt to be a threat, and to many it is therefore unhealthy. [...]

[...] In the past he did not want to accept his spontaneous nature because he felt he was not sufficiently disciplined or strong enough to control it, and he did not want to accept the responsibility for it.

[...] Somehow she had felt freer during it, she said. [...]

[...] Then she did motions with her arms and hands that she hadn’t done before, very fast, she said it felt like she was going to shake her fingers off. [...]

[...] I felt somewhat discouraged also, and agreed there was little else we could do at this time, since nothing else seemed to be working. [...]

[...] Jane said she felt the same muscular activity in her back, hands, arms and legs that she had when the middle finger began turning color. [...]

The greatest Old Masters felt the inner self’s great integrity, and its connection with All That Is, and each in his own way through painting tried to represent that energy and show it to others. [...]

Emotionally you saw this as the death of your mother’s hopes, and felt on the one hand that it was up to you now, so that this reactivated older feelings from the past that you had pretty well handled.

But my mind felt crowded out of itself,
By thoughts not its own,
As if someone were settling down in my skull
That I hadn’t invited in.

[...] And yet, inside our small, lighted living room, we both felt we were making important inroads, gaining invaluable insights and finding a point of sanity amid a chaotic world.

[...] Yet I felt these shapes were highly significant, only intrusions of other realities that were invisible but always active.

[...] I felt myself climbing. [...]

[...] The streets have been littered with debris from trees, and driving home this noon after taking Jane to work I felt several small limbs strike the roof of the car.

[...] I heard and felt a great roar. [...]

[...] I felt that this trend would continue. [...]

[...] She knew her voice was responsible for the phenomena, yet felt at the same time as though the new voice was independent of her somehow.