“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Jane did a few mild motions with her head and shoulders and left foot—to the same extent as she’s been doing in recent days. [...]

[...] The plant is perhaps a foot tall now. [...]

[...] As I sit at my drawing board at the office, perhaps a foot or eighteen inches from the begonia plant which served as a model for the envelope object, I am given my paycheck each Friday afternoon.

[...] Past, present, and future merge in a seemingly bizarre alliance in which, were you waking, you would lose all mental footing. [...]

[...] 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.

[...] Then both ankles began to move—the whole foot in each case. [...]

[...] One of them was a large, vividly colored parrot that I managed to hang from the wooden frame of the bulletin board at the foot of Jane’s bed, so she could see it. [...]

[...] No severe (underlined) difficulty would result in any case, but an ugly bruise (pause), I believe by the right ear, and some twisting of a foot.

[...] To the contrary, he felt that he got in your way, got under foot, and that you preferred to do without such “help.”

The withered foot (of my father) represented any and all deformities, and the great gap you felt existed between man’s ideal, and his actualization of it.

[...] I only hoped Seth was correct about her feet, for indeed they’re more enlarged than ever, especially the right foot.

(Seth here speaks of Jane’s intuitive and emotional realization of the basic causes behind the foot and other muscular troubles that have plagued her since early summer. [...]

[...] If his “downness” depresses you, as is natural, imagine how much more it depresses him, and try then to find your own footing.

[...] But as a peasant I walked with a heavy foot and great weight until I learned the lessons that I had to learn, as all of you will learn your own lessons. [...]

There were various escalated systems, some conveying people on foot, some conveying goods. [...]

[...] “Right now my right temple, my right knee and my right foot are all going whooosh, whooosh, whooosh….” [...]

The foot symptom is also connected here. [...]

[...] He was afraid of out-of-bodies precisely because he did not have a good enough footing in the present. [...]

[...] And she was in the act of stomping down, repeatedly, upon a small white and brown dog, with her right foot. [...] The girl, about six years old, repeatedly brought her foot down upon the animal. [...]

[...] The immobile foot was a direct translation of the following: “I am exhausted and I will go no further at this point.” [...]

[...] She touched the sole of a foot. [...]