“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It would need you see an informal hand, and every effort should be made not to intimidate the small businessmen who would be coming for help and service.

[...] I helped her with a hand: “Look at me....”)

[...] My hand was tired. [...]

[...] Now and then the desire for perfection gets out of hand.

(11:02.) Give us a moment … I told you (in the last session) that in one probability Ruburt was a nun, expressing mysticism in a highly disciplined context, where it must be watched so that it does not get out of hand. [...]

[...] She sat with her head down, a hand to her brow. [...]

[...] It becomes assigned on the one hand as a possession of the superior self—in which case it must be used for great adventures, heroic deeds. On the other hand, the person feels unable to use energy in a normal fashion, since in the ordinary world no venture could live up to the superior self’s exaggerated ideals. [...]

[...] The shaking of a hand may be perceived by you as a simple action. [...]

[...] I see hands, mine I think, reaching in, straightening things out [as you’d untangle a telephone cord]. [...]

[...] As for myself, I can state that by the time break arrived my right hand and arm ached all the way up to my shoulder.

[...] Jane still has on hand the contracts for Mass Events and God of Jane waiting for these to be straightened out: amended with Tam’s promised “superamendment” that’s supposed to protect us in the rights departments, paperback covers, and all the rest; jacket copy, etc. [...]

[...] You would have to be blind not to realize that his ankles and feet, his hands and wrists, his neck and jaw, have all improved. [...]

[...] In normal life you even turn down outer-sense stimuli for the sake of simplicity, and to enable you to focus upon those stimuli close at hand.

[...] Your camouflage universe, on the other hand, takes up space and has an existence in time, but it is not the real and basic universe, any more than the brain is the mind.

[...] Her head kept dipping down; she yawned, blinking; her hands, she said, felt “like water.” [...]

[...] As a result the ego can apply itself to the job at hand while the subconscious works for you and your inner purposes. [...]

The sister’s husband has a squat build, and uses his hands often in work.

[...] Her hands reached out for mine, supplicatingly. [...]

[...] For your destiny is within your own hands. [...]

[...] And now after that jolly little statement, I will let Ruburt hand out last week’s session. [...]