“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Also while delivering Seth’s messages her hands seem to be “fatter.” [...] At times during a session her hands feel heavier and waterlogged, the fingers fatter, the palms thicker, so that when she makes a fist her hand has a different feel to her than ordinarily.

You cannot see a handful of air though your hands may be full of it. [...]

[...] Examining her hands midway through the session, we saw these spaces somewhat closed up; her index fingers also appeared to be thicker than usual. [...]

[...] But for this moment you pluck this vitality from the inner senses, you grab ahold of this fuel with both hands. [...]

[...] About a foot of snow had fallen, but this rather small amount still made things difficult for automobiles, and the area involved would mean hours of shoveling by hand.

[...] Most of the time Jane sat with her head down and her hands raised to her face, as during the Instream and envelope tests.

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

(Jane, still sitting with her hands raised to her closed eyes, took a long pause. [...]

[...] She said she was subjectively aware of the gestures she executed with her left hand, yet she felt the hand was not really hers at the time. She felt that it was a fatter hand, belonging to a much heavier arm. [...]

[...] She held the book in her right hand, and used many gestures with her left hand that were unlike her usual mannerisms. [...]

[...] I feel on the one hand that I am overstaying my welcome. On the other hand I know too well that this session will be more than worth your while. [...]

[...] For on all occasions we find a desire for proofs and for signs, and although I find such desires on the one hand childish, on the other hand I find myself realizing that there is to some extent a legitimate claim, particularly on Ruburt’s part, considering the limitations of the human egotistical nature.

[...] He said she has exceptionally small hands for a woman grown, but he noticed nothing unusual about her hands. [...]

Give us a moment, and rest your hand.

[...] The left hand.

The left hand reference has to do with a finger, I believe. [...]

[...] On the one hand the chemical excess is built up as a result of overintensity. On the other hand, and in the latter case, it is built up because psychic and sexual release has not been granted. [...]

Is your hand tired?

Joseph, if your hand is tired we shall break.

Is your hand tired?

[...] The child knew it was a unique and utterly original event or being that on the one hand was its own focus, and that on the other hand belonged to its own time and season. [...]

[...] Children however know quite well, automatically, that they have a strong hand in the creation of the events that then seem to happen to them.

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

In that literally power-packed few hours, he also knew that the physical senses did not so much perceive concrete phenomena, but actually had a hand in the creation of events that were then perceived as actual.

[...] Jane’s hands and knees have, I think, showed considerable improvement since we began the vitamin therapy, even with all the interruptions that treatment has had. The swelling seems to have left her hands completely. The fingers of the right hand are opening up from their clenched position, and the flesh has softened considerably. [...]

[...] She’d been exercising her knees and hands. [...]

[...] I soon achieved a feeling of elevation and pulsation in my left side, including my left hand and foot. For a time the left hand also felt as though it were lifting out of itself in a doubled-up position. [...]

[...] 8/12, 8:12 PM, I made an attempt at contemplation while sitting up but did not achieve anything beyond a slight sensation in my left hand.

[...] My writing hand felt no fatigue. [...]

This is not meant in any way as any sort of reprimand, but merely as an example close at hand as to how expectation operates. [...]

[...] And if I sound dour and heavy-handed it is only because I must sometimes deal with Ruburt with a heavy hand.

[...] Jane and I have always made it a policy to have a carbon of any written material—prose, poetry, etc., in separate hands outside of our house, as a protection against loss by accident, fire, etc.

[...] During the conversation at break it developed that Louie in this life does not use his right hand for all things, but is somewhat ambidextrous. [...]

[...] He ran to the stove, touched it, and as he burned but only slightly his right hand, the door slammed nearby very loudly.

[...] For the last several minutes, I had become increasingly aware of some of the now familiar sensation Jane and I label as “fat hands.” It was strongest in the fingers of my left hand this time, whereas usually my right hand will be most involved. [...] Jane’s hands were not affected although they had been in the last session.

(By now, the sensation had left my hands.)

(At this point Jane held up her hands, indicating that now they were fat.)

[...] My hand was somewhat weary, and her voice showed signs of weariness also. [...]

[...] She sat much of the time with a hand raised to her face. [...]

[...] It burned within a foot of my left hand. [...]

On one hand, basically, the self is limitless, both electromagnetically and because of the nature of action, which affects all other action. [...]

[...] As before, Jane sat quietly with her eyes closed, her right hand raised to her face. [...]

(Then at 4:14 she began rotating her arms and hands faster than ever—the best yet—it was obvious that her elbows were loosening up even more. [...] “It looks like the legs and feet are trying to do the same things the hands and arms are doing,” I said. [...]

[...] She said that generally she has felt some overall general improvements, but especially in the arms and hands.

[...] Such as her impulse to hold a cigarette in her right hand again, or to reach out with her left hand to scratch her right thigh, or to hold the cup she uses in the morning to rinse out her mouth while the nurse does her teeth. [...]

[...] Phyllis emptied the Foley, and I applied the Rescue Remedy Cream to the knuckles of Jane’s right hand. [...]

[...] On the other hand, sitting with my clothes stuck to my body, I had to place a cardboard under my right hand in order to avoid soaking my notepaper.

[...] My writing hand was by now somewhat tired, though I hadn’t been overworked this evening by any means.

(My writing hand felt no fatigue now. [...]

[...] 7/22, 8:00 PM: I experienced a generalized feeling of enlargement once again in my hands. [...]

(Here Seth refers to our seance of early 1964, and some physical effects manifested in Jane’s hands. Now Jane held up one hand, then pointed to it.

Unconsciously, the physical methods at hand are used, then, in such endeavors. [...]

[...] Tell Ruburt to think of the comparison between the images and the extra hands added to...

...hand formations. [...]

[...] Once this was very strong when my hands felt crossed upon my waist, although actually they lay by my sides. My feet felt jammed together at the heels quite forcibly, and at one time my hands felt enlarged. [...]

[...] At one time my hands felt very large, and several feet [3] apart, though in actuality they lay at my sides. Once my hands and feet felt as though they would rise up. [...]

I will continue for a short few moments and then end the session, or if your hands are tired you may take a break.

[...] She had been going at a good pace and my writing hand was nearly cramped.

(Jane began speaking in trance at a very slow pace; many of her pauses were relatively long; she sat with a hand raised to her closed eyes.)

The energy must be directed toward the personality’s main work, the two books at hand, if the personality is to progress along its chosen lines. [...]

To the right just before this last left-hand turn and hill, is a fairly low building where I believe our friends eat, or at least they visit here. [...]

Further on at the top of the hill, at the left-hand turn, is another white building at the curve, that is a new building. [...]

He would wonder what collective madness made or permitted man to select, from a virtual infinity of what would appear as chaos, to select a handful, a mere handful, of similarities and call it a universe.

Are your hands tired?

[...] My hand was in fact tiring, but I denied it because I thought Seth wanted to continue in order to make some particular point.)

[...] It was 10:36, and again I answered in the negative although my hand was tired, thinking she wanted to make a particular point.)

[...] I noticed another good sign, though: With her left hand she slid her glasses down her nose far enough so she could rub her left eye—then worked the glasses back up into position with the same hand. [...] As stated earlier, she said that her hands and arms definitely work better than they used to. [...]

[...] I rubbed the flower extract Steve Blumenthal had given Jane last night on her knuckles of the right hand; we’ll use that location as a test site. [...]

[...] Jane had a cigarette: She said she’d meant to tell me today: For the first time in a very long while, she had pain in the first knuckle of her forefinger on her left hand—and the finger is starting to bend at that knuckle. [...]

I want to repeat some of the most important points regarding Ruburt’s recovery, so that you will have them more easily at hand. [...]