“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Her position did not change; since she sat with her left hand still to her eyes, she laid the envelope in her lap with her right hand.)

[...] Jane sat with her right hand raised to her closed eyes, speaking at a somewhat slower rate, with many short pauses. [...]

(Jane had been resting a hand upon Billie’s note. [...]

[...] I was instantly concerned lest Jane physically injure her hand, so hard were the blows, several now in succession. [...]

(Even in trance Jane felt the effects of these blows, for as she continued to talk she rubbed her left hand. [...]

Nature took the place of the devil in an insidious sleight-of-hand that initially Darwin himself never expected. [...] He tried to wipe God’s hands clean, as he understood the nature of God through his early beliefs—but in so doing he wiped the soul from the face of nature. [...]

[...] The full sweep and extent of the natural world , with all of its seeming ambiguities, cruelties and splendors, had to be accepted as more than a passive package delivered into man’s hand. [...]

[...] (Jane paused as Seth, a hand to her eyes.) Now, I do not know whether or not we can get this through clearly… Give Ruburt a piece of paper, and together we will see.

[...] Sue handed Jane a piece of paper and a pen, while I continued to take notes.

[...] Falsifications were often put in simply to lead any readers astray if the books fell in the wrong hands.

A discrimination, preferably a spontaneous and subconscious discrimination, is necessary, but it may be consciously diverted if undue conscious direction is not allowed to rule with a heavy hand. [...]

[...] Her head was down, a hand to her face. [...]

[...] She held the test envelope in her left hand.)

[...] It was very dimly visible; we sat opposite each other, hands flat upon the cloth and sometimes touching, with the ring always visible between our hands. [...]

(Now Jane remarked that at times as she sat at the table, her hands seemed to disappear; that is, she could no longer see them, although she was not worried that they did not exist. [...]

[...] biting the hand that feeds you—you can only go so far. [...]

The energy that moves the universe is the same that moves your hand now. [...]

[...] Rest your hand and we will have a bit more dictation.

[...] She displayed practically no voice or hand phenomena during the session.)

[...] I know that you will tell me, my dear Joseph, when your hand is tired, and we will break.

[...] You cannot hold it in both hands and look it over. [...]

On the other hand your inner senses are much more reliable. [...]

[...] Do you want to rest your hand?

[...] And rest your hand if you want to.

[...] Ruburt was bodiless on the one hand, and on the other he perceived some of the experience through the eyes of an infant in a carriage.

The child was himself in the past on the one hand, and yet he was a probable future self in that past. [...]

(4:38 p.m. Jane said both her hands are still improving, and they seemed so to me as I massaged them with Oil of Olay after I’d turned her on her left side. [...]

[...] He is not concentrating upon the symptoms—but he is trying to watch his progress with too heavy a hand, if he will forgive the murky analogy.

(As soon as Carol left, Jane’s hands began to hurt and rotate in a new way at the same time, as if the palms were trying to turn up. [...] She said the fingers on her right hand are trying to loosen, as I massaged them with Oil of Olay. [...]

[...] They often represent humiliations, most often at his mother’s hands—humiliations that convinced him that he was indeed unlovable and bound for trouble. [...]

[...] Use that suggestion in the meantime—with a light hand. [...]

(To illustrate this as she spoke for Seth, Jane touched her eyes with one hand and the top of her head with the other. She extended her hands from these points until they met at arm’s length, somewhat off to her right. [...]

(9:25.) This realization, however, should go hand in hand with a deep intuitional knowledge of the capabilities of the inner self. [...]

[...] He’s so small, he still almost fits in just one of my hands. [...]

[...] I change a world to some extent, though in your terms I will not actually sit in a chair or walk the streets, or shake your hand, or see the twilight come, or the sunrise.

[...] Jane explained that the motion of my hand as I wrote was related to the sounds of automobiles passing the house; the rhythmic noises of her rocker were sensually connected to the feel of her slacks beneath her hand; when she ran a finger down a fold in them “amplified long sound” was produced. [...]

[...] On inspiration, she simultaneously stroked the air beside Willy with her other hand — and found that sensation to be almost as rich.

The past exists as a series of electromagnetic connections, held in the physical brain on the one hand, but it also consists of the same sort of realities retained in the nonphysical mind. [...]

[...] As usual Jane sat quietly with her head down and her hands raised to her closed eyes. [...]

[...] I handed Jane the sealed double envelope for our 28th test; she took it without opening her eyes, then for several minutes held it against her forehead. [...]