“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

He is, however, passing the gas, and that is excellent. The gas is not building up, in other words. His fear, however, shows that he still has the remnants of old doubts. That can be expected—now and then. Before long, however, he will be much more confident as his own improvements convince him of his body’s overall vitality, and its resurge of excellent health. I am glad to give him such reassurance—and now I bid you a fond and peaceful good evening.

(Cigarette. Jane was at times quite uncomfortable—and worried—because she kept passing large amounts of gas. At the same time she described what seemed to be a very positive dream she’d had early this morning, involving her dying her hair black, a white cat, and Claire Crittenden. I suggested Seth comment if he returned. I thought the dream meant that she was just investigating past events when she had normal freedom of movement, with the idea of bringing them into the future. The white cat could mean a new clean start.

(4:44. I turned her on her side. The move went easily, yet she had trouble getting comfortable on her left shoulder. She’d also been having a lot of gas, and was concerned about this no matter what she told herself. I finished massaging and dehypnotizing her hands and feet and limbs with Oil of Olay at 5:08. The supper tray hadn’t come yet. I tried to nap, but got up at 5:15 to press the call button for a nurse to track down the tray. No one came. I gave up trying to nap at 5:28 and went into the hall looking for someone to help us get the tray. Found Sharon Poley and the little girl who usually delivers the tray. She went down to get it.

(7:03. I was getting ready to leave when I asked Jane if she wanted Seth to return and talk about her discomfort with gas, which was persisting. She didn’t know if she could or not. It worked well, however. Her Seth voice was strong if subdued. Begin at 7:08.)

[...] She’s had a number of these, and is still passing a lot of gas. She passed gas at the end of the session. [...]

[...] Jane passed more gas. [...]

[...] She had a lot of gas, though. [...]

[...] I was the proprietor of a gas station on Keystone Avenue, up near the skating-rink section, and on the other side of the highway from the Acme Market location. [...]

[...] Although I’d felt slightly better yesterday I’d been taking baking soda often for my stomach for several days, and it seemed now that the feeling of pressure, or gas, perhaps, was getting the best of me. [...]

[...] First, though, the pendulum said the soda did generate gas. [...]

[...] I explained that I hated to “put her on the spot” by asking if I had an ulcer, or a hernia, say, or gas or whatever. [...]

[...] We thought there might be a connection here in that our car ran out of gas on the road to the Gallaghers; even so, this data would be too far removed from the test object.

The gas station association, while not particularly helpful for your purposes, was in some ways legitimate. [...]

For lately you could not make a hill, and as a result later you went to a gasoline station for gas. [...]

[...] I told her that my stomach has been bothering me with gas lately, quite often, and that on several nights recently I’ve gotten up to take some soda. [...]

[...] I think he stopped because I have one of those gas things, or whatever they are,” Jane said. [...]

[...] The watch itself might change shape, or turn heavy as a rock, or as light as a gas, so that you could not read the time at all. [...]

[...] She’s still getting occasional spasms, and passing some gas. [...]

(Jane had a new catheter inserted this morning, by the way, and now she had some spasms and gas while reading the session. [...]

[...] However, when I woke up a couple of hours later, with my stomach full of gas again, I actually caught myself in the process of worrying about her. [...]

[...] She told me that sometime she walked in the night, and that some night she’d turn on the gas jets and kill us both. [...]

[...] I’ve noticed that a new suggestion often takes several days to sink into my psyche, reach the proper portion, so I have confidence that this will happen this time, and that I’ll attain significant relief from the gas problem. [...]

[...] She’d had a pain in her side lying there, and was afraid that it was something serious — but when I put her on her back she began to feel better, and thought the pain might only be from gas. [...]

[...] To insure the safety of workers, however, over 55,000 curies of radioactive krypton-85 gas will first be vented from the containment building into the atmosphere.

[...] It dealt with the idea that imperfections in the universe gave birth to life and all we know—that if the “big bang” had expanded perfectly uniformly there would be no life in the universe, merely a perfectly uniform cloud of lifeless hydrogen gas. [...]

[...] A blaze anywhere in the central section of the house, with its heat, gas, and smoke, could easily prevent me from reaching the front or back door as I sought to carry Jane to safety. [...]

Of course, they had complete records of underground gas areas and intimate knowledge of the inner crusts, keeping careful watch upon and anticipating earth tremors and faults. [...]

[...] We’re told that a radioactive and potentially explosive bubble of hydrogen gas, which has been preventing cooling water from reaching the upper portions of the control rods within the reactor’s fuel assembly, is now being very slowly and carefully vented into the atmosphere; this is a first step in the bubble’s planned dissolution. [...]

[...] On the corner was a Mobil gas station. [...] Everything, including the Mobil gas station, followed the dream events.