“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I checked her left index finger: It bent at the middle joint more than it had several weeks ago, when the first movement occurred. [...]

[...] He could, for he was then a male, he could by educating his fingers, distinguish the most slightest variation of roughness and texture.

[...] The fingers were very sensitive, and since then he has always developed the ability to use his hands to advantage in nimble ways. [...]

(As she ate lunch I also noticed that Jane’s index finger on her left hand is moving even more at the first joint, as I described yesterday. [...]

[...] Finally, when I withdrew my finger, she suddenly cried out and her head dipped quickly to the right. [...]

[...] I rubbed Jane’s right temple at her request, and got a good reaction when I pulled my finger away finally: “I feel so light — it’s great. [...]

[...] Such differences or variations are very noticeable at a certain level, if you have more fingers than you are supposed to, or less, or two thumbs to a hand, or any other condition that is considered an abnormality.

[...] “I want to put my finger on it. [...]

[...] Jane’s forearms are still “soft,” and the index finger on her left hand still bends a little. [...]

[...] He had fingers like sausages; people in town were always amused that he was so big and worked with such small pieces. [...]

[...] “It feels like flying—like my fingers were to fly off.” [...]

[...] So do her feet, I told her, and some of the fingers. [...]

He uses his fingers well when he types, and he uses considerable pressure. [...]

[...] He smokes and his fingers are long and stained with nicotine. [...]

Do you want to rest your fingers?

We will then close the session, and my best wishes to your fingers. [...]

[...] He smokes and his fingers are long and stained with nicotine. [...]

I am quite capable of continuing on without a break, but out of the goodness of my heart, Joseph, I will give your fingers a rest. [...]

Therefore, though I sincerely regret, and with deep sympathy for your desires, I will here close our session—but only because I so sympathize with the lamentable weakness of your fingers. [...]

[...] In any case I will not be responsible for five fingers lying weakly on the table, broken and disjointed because I have so misused them. [...]

Perhaps if you continue I will take care of your precious fingers. [...]

Are your fingers tired?

[...] After getting back and turning Jane and massaging her with Oil of Olay, she showed me how her right hand is still releasing the curled-up fingers, as begun yesterday. [...]

[...] Trouble with this finger (4th on left hand). [...]

[...] He was afraid for his fingers and his hands. [...]