“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Many of them felt tiny, alone, and powerless. [...]

[...] She felt a strong energy flow at session’s end, she said.)

(Seth repeated several times that he felt in fine form, and Jane’s voice and manner so indicated. [...]

[...] For his own development he chose to make up, because of a past lack of sensitivity, because of a certain exhilaration felt in those days in cruelty, and because in those days his emotions held no sway, but what he considered cold reason led him on. [...]

[...] I told Jane that I felt the disclaimer planned for one of our books by the publisher could hardly be the end of such thinking. [...]

[...] For someone who hadn’t felt like having a session, Jane did very well.)

[...] Now she was nervous, for she felt that Seth was ready to dictate his Preface for Dreams.

“When you mentioned his ink sketches he instantly wanted to play at painting again, but felt, guiltily, that he should not. [...]

[...] Ruburt felt that because he was younger than you he could more safely afford the particular method he chose. [...]

[...] At the same time they allowed him to relate to those who were ill and unhappy in a way that he might not, he felt, have otherwise allowed.

[...] She gave him sons hoping to pacify him, but he always felt that the sons challenged his vitality and position.

[...] Every bill you paid, or small item you purchased, had erotic connotations, and on two levels: on your part subconsciously, because you felt her strong emotional pull, though it terrified you; and on her part because you took the place of the father.

(“Not since the sessions started [in 1963] have I felt that Seth’s material was so richly available. [...]

[...] She felt somewhat “remote” from his questions while she was so involved in producing this book. [...]

[...] She’d felt a great energy sweeping through her, she told me. [...]

4. I felt distinctly uncomfortable here as I took down Seth’s vehement words. [...]

Organized religion felt threatened; and if it could not prove that man had a soul, it could at least see to it that the needs of the body were taken care of through suitable social work, and so it abandoned many of the principles that might have added to its strength. [...]

[...] So those who felt that religion had failed them looked anew to science, which promised — promised to — provide the closest approximation to heaven on earth: mass production of goods, two cars in every garage, potions for every ailment, solutions for every problem. [...]

[...] As we sat at the kitchen table discussing her work, Jane felt that she could go into a trance state that was her own for a change, instead of being in “just” a Seth trance. [...]

([Gert:] “I felt that very much. [...]

[...] She told me she felt cushioned and supported, and my estimate was that she was undergoing an increase in circulation, along other things, and that it was all to the good. [...]

[...] He needed protection, he felt. [...]

[...] The supper, spaghetti, was a heavy one, but all of us felt a lassitude other than that possibly caused by a heavy meal. [...]

[...] We felt vibrations in the table at times as we kept trying, but no other movements were obtained.)

[...] Before you nursed these separately, and felt, both of you, overburdened at times, and misunderstood by the other.

[...] You felt it could be smothering, for you sensed the reasons behind her smothering love for her sons. [...]

(Jane told me she felt a definite thrust of what she presumed to be energy toward the candle. [...] Jane felt she might distort the information, however, because she realized that whatever she wanted to say was not automatic as it usually is; therefore she said nothing.

[...] Jane said that while she sat silently she felt as though Seth was somehow focusing “sideways” on the candle.

[...] At the end of the session Jane said she got to her feet because she felt very dissociated sitting down; she was talking with her eyes closed and felt that she might slip into a trance. [...]

[...] As early as 8:35 Jane felt somewhat nervous. [...]

[...] Finally, she said she felt “him a little bit”....)

[...] She stood a bit taller; her movements were somewhat quicker on her feet; she felt a “spring” in her step that had been missing for years.

(Richard Kendall felt he was given a gift.)

[...] I felt sure the temperature was connected to the session for February 1, though I couldn’t say why.