“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane gestured with the fingers of her right hand spread and pointed downward; she made vertical motions with the hand. She still held the envelope to her forehead with the other hand, as usual in a horizontal position, or nearly so.

Actually, the intellect and intuitions go hand in hand. [...]

[...] I entered into a sequel to the first vision: I felt myself floating face down in the Mediterranean with my hands tied behind my back. [...]

Later Rob told me that he had all kinds of questions, but he didn’t want to interrupt, and his hand was already tired from taking notes. [...]

[...] He had jacks in his hand. [...]

[...] And also, I am at present against these fairly frequent sessions where, on the one hand, Ruburt pretends that he is merely resting; that is, he pretends to himself, but actually he is expanding his energies, and expending them just as quickly, for this amounts to more than one psychological time experiment daily.

[...] My hands perspired quite a bit, perhaps from holding the book. [...]

Until lately he idealized authority on the one hand, and was frightened of it on the other. [...]

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

[...] The church’s concepts at least gave suffering a kind of dignity: It did (underlined) come from God—an unwelcome gift, perhaps—but after all it was punishment handed out from a firm father for a child’s own good.

[...] My right hand was tired now, though.

[...] The sessions were on the one hand a gift to you, by which means your health could be restored. [...]

[...] If your hand is not tired we will then continue, hopefully with suggestions.

[...] On the other hand, there is much for Ruburt to learn about my reality. [...]

[...] Others, however, did not have a hand in producing it. [...]

[...] (Pause, hand to eyes. [...]

[...] Then she had the feeling that this was our channel to cosmic consciousness, or whatever we chose to call it, handed down to us by this personality. [...]

[...] As I massaged her with Oil of Olay I told Jane that I’d stopped giving her body specific suggestions—say, that a hand could open up—because according to Seth’s material the body had its own order and schedule for showing improvements, and I’d become wary of giving suggestions that might conflict with that schedule. [...]

(Earlier today she’d showed me how she’d discovered quite by “accident” that she could reach down to touch the inside of her right thigh with her left hand—farther than she’s reached in a long time. [...]

[...] It seems to such youngsters that the pinnacle of life is just at hand, to last only briefly, and then to be snatched away. [...]

[...] There are many techniques apart from medically conventional ones, such as acupuncture, the laying on of hands, or the work of people who may be known as healers. [...]

[...] I am not advocating a fatalistic approach either, that says more or less: “I have chosen such and such an unfortunate condition at some level I do not understand, and therefore the entire affair is outside of my own hands. [...]

There was additional improvement in Ruburt’s eyes and vision, and those improvements specifically are connected with freer motions of the head and arm areas — the hands being included.

Rest your hand or take a break.

[...] The creative abilities have a power that can be confusing, overprotected, or on the other hand run from. [...]

[...] You have hands and you have to learn how to use them when you are a child. [...]

[...] Her pace had been fast, and my writing hand was aware of this.

[...] As usual Jane spoke while sitting down, with her head tipped down and her hands raised to her closed eyes. [...]

[...] Now, she once again pressed the test envelope to her forehead, this time more deliberately, and with both hands. [...]

[...] I forgot your writing hand, which I suppose is somewhat wilted.

Jane then hands me a manuscript, a novel based on the August 11th dream encounter we had, from her perspective, but it includes this present dream experience also, the Seth breakthrough and someone named Michael J. Anthony. [...]

[...] They hand me some equipment, and there is a good deal of conversation about how difficult it is to get the suits on. [...]

The people have orangish faces, pointed ears and very long hair on their heads and hands. [...]