“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] My writing hand felt some fatigue.

With his superior knowledge the entity must leave hands off. [...]

There is here no puppet, and there is no hand that moves the strings. [...]

Your black-and-white beliefs have often led you both to either expect scorn, misunderstanding, or on the other hand to expect too much of others who come here. It is good, however, to suggest that “your definition of important people” read the books, to suggest that the books fall into the proper hands, in those terms.

[...] Rest your hand.... [...]

[...] Rest your hand.

I want to avoid concentration upon esoteric practices in this book, but they do sometimes impinge upon the subject matter at hand.

On the one hand, our sessions were something that you did aside from something else, that you thought you should do, both of you. [...]

[...] Rest your hand. [...]

[...] On the one hand you can indeed call them illusion. On the other hand, these illusions are quite real. [...]

[...] “Also, my hands seemed to be a couple of inches away from where they really are....and my feet....” [...]

The peanut oil on the legs is good—also on the hands. [...]

[...] “I have the image of a small, neat yellow square, in a lower right hand position.” By now Jane had lowered the envelope from her usual position against her forehead, and sat with it dangling by one corner from her right hand; her right arm extended forward and down over the arm of the rocker. [...]

[...] She held it to her forehead in a horizontal position with her right hand, her eyes closed.)

I have the image of a small, neat yellow square, in a lower right-hand position. [...]

[...] On the other hand, usually such episodes are highly reassuring, for along with them rides the inner assurance that life has been lived before, many times.

[...] Is your hand tired?

[...] Because your hand is tired I will end, and I will again promise a short session.

[...] My writing hand was quite tired.)

[...] They often go hand-in-hand with war, and represent biological protests.

[...] That is, they do not respond to what is physically present or perceivable in either space or time, but instead [dwell] upon the threats that may or may not exist, ignoring at the same time other pertinent data that are immediately at hand.

[...] His students perfectly sensed his attitudes, and while he led them with his right hand, he cautioned them to hold back with the other. [...]

[...] He can operate as himself and my heavy hand is not so in evidence. [...]

(All this time Jane had held a half-full glass of wine in her right hand. [...]

[...] We had the magazine on hand but I hadn’t noticed the article, in the December/81 issue. [...]

[...] On the other hand, there is no reason why when you are ready you cannot enjoy the fruits of that abundance. [...]

[...] You each have a hand in the creation of reality as it is known. [...]

[...] Spontaneity has its own discipline and its own knowledge, and when you attempt to rule spontaneity with a heavy hand, then rigidity enters in and you destroy the fountain of inner knowledge and intuition and understanding and you distort the emotions that you have. [...]

[...] The perceived lapse noted by scientists is of course the physical one (leaning forward, hand to closed eyes), caused by the “time” it takes the message to leap the nerve endings.³  The interior translation however is simultaneous.

[...] You cannot hold it in your hands as you can a stone.

Now your situation is not only entirely different but contrary, for to you a car represents, because of your father, an image on one hand of perfection. [...]

[...] As a young boy I used to watch my father make automobile batteriesby hand. [...]

[...] On the other hand you do have a rather deeply felt feeling for mechanical objects. [...]

[...] She sat quietly with her head down, her hands raised to her closed eyes. [...]

[...] My writing hand was tiring, otherwise I would not have taken the break.

I will now close, though again I myself am in a frisky, companionable mood; and if you ever get your recorder serviced we can use it now and then, only on such instances; when the regular session is concluded and your hands are tired, we can chat.

[...] My writing hand was also quite weary.

[...] Neither of us exhibited any hand phenomena during or after the session.)

[...] Her brown hair was pulled back; she was sitting on a straight chair beside a small table, holding phone in left hand, wearing dungarees. [...]

[...] The right hand held a club or truncheon; the right arm rose and fell regularly, although the rhythm was not rapid. [...]

[...] My idea was to hand the envelope to Jane just before she went into trance for the session. [...]

[...] She leaned forward in her rocker, holding the envelope in her clasped hands. [...]

[...] To me printed means mechanically produced; to Jane printed means hand lettering, as were my initials beneath the symbol.

[...] (Hand up, eyes closed, one minute pause.)

On the other hand, he fought against this tendency. [...]

[...] There followed a three-minute pause as Jane sat quietly in the rocker with one hand raised to her eyes.)