“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She sat with her hands to her eyes and her voice was quiet. [...]

(Jane took the double envelope, her eyes still closed, and sat quietly holding it in both hands. [...]

[...] Writing with her right hand is still quite difficult for her. She’s made no effort to learn to write with her better-functioning left hand, as I suggested she do a couple of months ago, so I’ve dropped that idea. [...]

[...] I don’t think her “sinful self” could have risen to such prominence without feeding upon those repressions, clamping down more and more within the psyche as the years passed, continuing its misguided but “well-meaning attempt to protect the creative self … to keep a hand of caution on its course lest the centuries of men’s belief in sin carried a true weight that I shared but could not comprehend.” [...]

[...] On the other hand the achiever may be completely hiding such impulses, while expressing faithfully the desires of other family members for “excellence” and discipline. [...]

[...] A handful of seeds from any tree might fall in the same backyard. [...]

[...] On the other hand, Ben Fein trusts his intuitions fully, and relies upon them, yet to some extent fears his own great energy. [...]

(Long pause.) These attitudes may be reflected in rather simple compulsive actions: the woman who cleans the house endlessly, whether it needs it or not; the man who will follow certain precise, defined routes of activity — driving down certain streets only to work; washing his hands much more frequently than other people; the person who constantly buttons and unbuttons a sweater or vest. [...]

[...] This includes the impulses to sink down upon his knees when the occasion warrants it, and to rest upon his hands when the occasion would warrant it.

(Very slow, deliberate and precise, each word emphasized as though being handed to us individually, syllable by syllable:)

[...] You see a range of human being and personality that defies conventional ideas of sexuality or of consciousness — that defies all of the ideas that have been handed down to you, and that challenges you each to look for the reality of your own being.

Are your hands tired?

[...] Since then, the condition got worse until for the last month or so I haven’t been able to get my right hand in my jean pockets, or comb my hair, or anything without severe pain in my right shoulder blade and right hand to the fingers.

When I awakened, my shoulder, arm and hand were completely free and loose. [...]

[...] … Even then, without knowing all the facts you could not make a judgment, for the illness could still serve by giving the personality a sense of security, being kept on hand as an ever-present emergency device in case the new unifying principle should fail.

[...] The fate of each of us is in our own hands. [...]

[...] Instead I studied the various explanations for such personalities given by psychologists and parapsychologists on the one hand, and by spiritualists on the other. [...]

[...] On the other hand, it offered a new creativity, in his terms.

[...] The pace had been consistently fast, and my writing hand felt it. [...]

(After the success of last night’s session, during which Jane manifested some startling phenomena with her left hand and arm, we were naturally curious to learn what Seth would have to say about it during a regular session with the board. [...]

[...] At the end of a session I think it would be most cordial merely to touch your hands briefly to the board. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) If your hand is tired you may take a break.

[...] Do not use sepia with too heavy a hand.

[...] At 3:40 Cathy took her temperature—97.8. At 3:55 I applied Steve’s Remedy Rescue Cream to the knuckles of Jane’s right hand. [...]

[...] There was also much publicity until a couple of days ago, about Israel returning to Egypt the last portions it held of the Sinai peninsula, and how Israel destroyed the settlement of Yamit rather than hand it over intact to the Egyptians—a haggle over a price, I believe.

[...] On the other hand, your existence itself, the reality and nature of your planet, the whole existence in which you have these experiences, are also created by you, using the abilities of which I have spoken.

You like to think in terms of units and definitions, so even when you consider your own consciousness you think of it as “a thing,” or a unit — an invisible something that might be held in invisible hands perhaps. [...]

[...] On the other hand, it’s great to see the finished pages for “Unknown” pile up.

As mentioned earlier, those concepts can have a hand in the development of would-be suicides, particularly of a young age, for they seem to effectively block a future.

Jane handed the sketch back to Bill, who continued to stare into the doorway.

Jane took the second sketch from Bill’s hand and paced about the room, talking as she examined it. [...]

Rob’s hands were tired from taking notes; we took a break. [...]