“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Give us a moment… Symptoms in this case with the right hand or on the right side of the body, represent difficulties in the conscious realms. Symptoms of the left hand or left portions of the body represent difficulties from subconscious levels, and both represent failures between the conscious and subconscious portions of the self.

Feelings of guilt in this case involved with the left hand. [...]

On the other hand, he should also protect himself from personal remarks made by the chiropractor, through suggestion of his own, although this situation is better than it was. [...]

Now give us a moment. (Pause, hand to eyes.)

[...] Now then: on the one hand you attempted to be virile by identifying with your father, yet he was also to you the symbol of a failure. [...]

[...] She held a hand up.) He was frightened then at your reaction. [...]

[...] At the same time he felt the need to contribute financially, and he felt that you were tying his hands by forcing him to make money in ways in which he was not particularly equipped to do so, while forbidding him to be a success with books.

(At my suggestion Jane began to flex her feet, then her hands. For a few moments she let her hands lay at her sides, but since there is tension in the upper arm muscles, her arms cannot lay fully relaxed upon the bed when she is flat on her back; after a few minutes she again crossed her hands, and told me later that this was more comfortable. [...]

[...] Jane lay on her back with her hands crossed. [...]

[...] One portion of himself is a character, male, with bound hands, and Ruburt must help this person over barriers, of course because his hands are tied symbolically behind his back.

[...] The two do go hand in hand. [...]

I’ve always transferred my life to letters,
and one day it will reside
exclusively in written nouns and vowels,
clean paragraphs
distilled from mysterious life’s days.
Even before death’s event
I plan my mind’s resting place
as if there is a second life
in thought’s products that defies
the brain’s shorter span, and rises
sans blood, flesh, hand or eye,
self-contained, truly alive at last;
like some mental balloon
set on a safe course finally
through unexplored skies
when the hand that holds it
lets it go.

[...] To your hand a light bulb that is not turned on will be cool. [...]

[...] You can intrinsically walk on fire, or thrust your hands into the flames, and be unburned. [...]

[...] On the other hand, I do not want to tell you it can happen tomorrow, because I do not want you to concentrate upon it. [...]

On the one hand, again, you know the answers. On the other hand you must learn to recognize them and apply them. [...]

On the one hand all of your questions have their answers. [...]

[...] (Very forcefully:) In that picture man himself did not help create that inner world, or have any hand in its beauty. [...] Man, being a part of that inner world by reason of the nature of his own psyche, automatically has a hand in the creation of those blueprints which at another level he uses as guides.

(Long pause, eyes closed.) To some extent great artists not only capture a physical picture of Inner Idea, capitalized, but they also have a hand in creating that idea or inner model to begin with.

[...] The one that comes to mind right now, though there were others, concerns the three-dollar cab fare, which they considered too high, and the right- hand turn, all of which were given here, and which proved out exactly.

(As usual, Jane now sat with her head down, her hands raised to her eyes. [...]

[...] She resumed from this position, her head propped up on one hand, her voice quiet, her eyes closed. [...]

[...] My body sat at the table, my hands furiously scribbling down the words and ideas that flashed through my head. [...]

[...] On the other hand, I thought, what did I have to lose? [...]

All this was spelled out so quickly that we could hardly keep our hands on the pointer. [...]

[...] I paused and put my hands back on the pointer, thinking that I’d had enough of this speaking—or whatever it was—for one night.

(May 5: Feeling of great enlargement in both hands as I lay on bed. [...] Both my hands felt at least double in area; as though they had grown, or I was wearing giant gloves.

(At 7:25 on Tuesday, I had a brief feeling of swelling in my right hand.

[...] All evening she paced back and forth slowly, hands in pockets. [...]

[...] Some evening soon I will be more playful, but much of this material must be laid on with a heavy hand.

[...] She also was able to reach her left ear with her left hand again—and dug more wax out of the ear with a fingernail [index finger]. [...]

[...] After I turned her on her side at 4:50 I rubbed Oil of Olay into her feet, lower legs, and hands and arms as usual, talking briefly to each of those parts. [...]

[...] I do not mean that you create them with your hands alone, or through manufacture. [...]

[...] But before we are finished we will see that basically speaking, each of you create the book you hold in your hands, and that your entire physical environment comes as naturally out of your inner mind as words come out of your mouths, and that man forms physical objects as unselfconsciously and as automatically as he forms his own breath.

Everything should be done to insure that the patient is given a hand in whatever physical treatment is involved. [...] In some cases, however, patients will make it clear that they prefer to hand over all responsibility for treatment to the doctor, and in such instances their decisions should be followed. [...]

[...] She gave the information on Miss Callahan while pacing back and forth with her left hand to her forehead, as though in deep thought. [...]

I will never on the other hand insist upon a groveling humility, a feeling of uselessness, for upon such a false and inadequate conception of self is based the most unfortunate sort of exterior posturing. [...]

Are your hands tired?

(My writing hand was beginning to tire, yet I did not want to pause, so answered in the negative.

[...] Now it began to slip from her hand. Bill Gallagher took it out of her hand. [...]

[...] On the other hand, the atmosphere was originally mental and the weather originates from this mental level.

[...] It was the intellect’s job to put such information to practical use, and thus the intuitions and the intellect worked hand in hand. [...]

It was left to man to translate his inner information with a free hand. [...]

[...] She had seen Don hand me the envelope on April 4, but since none of us had ever mentioned it since then I was hoping she had forgotten about it. [...]

(To me:) Is your hand tired?

(Her eyes still closed, Jane gestured largely with her hand and arm. [...]

[...] The date on the object can be thought of as a series of numbers; we think however that here Seth refers to the six-digit serial number on the back of the object, along the right-hand edge: M507832.

[...] No sooner had the session ended than I noticed that my hands felt “fat.” [...] I found myself rubbing my hands together, subjectively aware of a swollen feeling in them as we talked after the session. [...] I wear a ring on the fourth finger of my left hand, but unfortunately did not think to see if I could remove it.

[...] And Jane, remarking that she had experienced the same thing at 10:30 break, then made the intuitive leap to connect her own episodes of hand phenomena with the feeling of bodily enlargement she had experienced on March 30. [...] Neither of us had made this connection before, but Jane now felt sure that her fat hands had been the forerunners of a fuller use of the seventh inner sense.

[...] The feeling was predominant in her right hand and index finger especially. [...]