“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(This morning, while working on Chapter 18 of Oversoul Seven and the Museum of Time, she’d abruptly felt the impulse to move into another room; she wanted to get away from the sunlight glaring through the thin drapes covering the sliding glass doors of her study at the back of the house. [...]

[...] The same street does not suddenly become gold beneath the foot of the rich man and woman—and potholes in city, state, or government roads are felt alike by the tires of the Cadillac and the lowly Volkswagen.

[...] Before she’d felt “clear-headed.” [...]

[...] Many of her generation women were so wearied by drudgery in past lives that they wanted no children or responsibilities in this life, and may felt subconsciously cheated when children were born. [...]

[...] Sensing of course the bitterness that he felt because she was not a boy—incidentally this is a strong subconscious motive—this caused her to bear him three sons to help allay his bitterness. [...]

I believe that you are far enough along so that you could work with an observer present, providing the observer was someone with whom you felt comfortable. [...]

(In Note 6 for the last session I wrote quite easily that Jane and I felt “no physical or emotional threat” as we considered the vastness of the inner universe described by Seth. [...]

[...] I know I created my dream image of her to make our communication understandable to me — yet I felt that she was alive, in our terms and in hers. [...]

[...] Jane felt strong sensations in them like pins and needles, she said. [...]

(Jane said that at the end of the session she felt a definite, although not very strong, sensation of pulsation within her head. [...]

[...] In the bookstore you felt that in a way the store was bigger than life, however, and in the granary dream Debbie’s drawings of you are idealistically bigger than life. [...]

[...] I thought she’d felt somewhat the same way today, and was rather surprised when she told me at 8:30 PM that she’d have the session....

[...] [I hadn’t created anything like that for her, though.] When Jane read her poetry to me I strongly felt once again her innocence and perception: “The universe keeps turning into us….” [...]

[...] Both of us felt we were on strong solid ground here, and that our insights this evening probably concerned the last problems to be dealt with in the banishment of symptoms.

[...] As Jane worked on “Unknown” Reality, Willy often lay on her lap, and we felt his approaching death with heavy hearts of our own.

[...] At the last portion of this section she said that she felt Seth pushing at her, pushing her understanding as far as he could. [...]

[...] Now she felt “real weird,” she said, understanding, sad, yet glad also. [...]

[...] Yet I felt there were reasons for this, and had chosen to go along. [...]

[...] I suggested to her that she skip tonight’s session if she felt so nervous, but she decided to hold it regardless.

[...] Rob said that his fingers felt as if they were falling off. [...]

“I really felt that someone else was here, that Seth was looking out the window,” Rob said, when the session was over. [...]

[...] (I felt this way even though Seth told me in a private session in June, 1974: “The notes will take care of themselves. [...]

[...] Not only would the reader be constantly involved in looking up specific items, but we felt that the shorter notes especially would be too far removed from their intimate positions within the sessions; we wanted these to enhance individual sessions directly without getting in the way, so I worked out a compromise which offers some sort of orderly presentation without being too rigid.

[...] When they were held I wondered (as I still do) why the human animal, of all the creatures on earth, felt it necessary to construct laboratories in which to “prove” what it really is, what its abilities — telepathic, metabolic, or whatever — really are. [...]

(Long pause at 9:55.) Because the two of you are so involved, your own position is bound to change, and in years previous—to some extent, now—you also felt that certain portions of Ruburt’s personality should indeed be held in protective custody. [...]