“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] On the other hand, the other director was too strict. [...]

[...] Unless the hand itself presses upon a surface, then you do not feel that you have touched it. [...]

(October 27, Tuesday, 11:45: Upon retiring, I had a definite and durable feeling of stretching in my legs, as though a force was pulling at my feet, as though with hands. [...]

[...] On the other hand, you were not willing to call it fact, either. [...]

[...] Rest your hand—or are you tired?

Space suits are therefore an inadequate, clumsy memory of an inner ability to clothe the inner self with whatever camouflage is at hand. [...]

[...] (Jane paused, a hand to her eyes.) He created them in so far as he found himself forced to admit certain facts: In that world at that time, earthly power was needed to hold Christian ideas apart from numberless other theories and religions, to maintain them in the middle of warring factions. [...]

[...] If this attitude is carried to excessive lengths, then it even appears that you have no hand at all in the making of your own reality. [...]

[...] She had a question about herself, and I asked for a few lines from Seth on whether she just might have been born left-handed. [...]

[...] I can’t help wondering!) Portions of the latest scientific literature I have on hand, particularly that produced by physicists, contain references that not long ago would have been branded as metaphysical, or even worse.

[...] He felt that you believed that, given a free hand, his habits would be too exuberant. [...]

([Tam:] “On the other hand I wouldn’t want any psychic development to come between me and my wife... [...]

[...] On the other hand he ate and drank too much. [...]

“On the other hand, you could say that the pressure existed simply on the part of the God since the creation existed within Its dream, but such tremendous power resides in such primary pyramid gestalts that even their dreams are endowed with vitality and reality.

[...] I reached over for Rob’s hand. [...]

[...] Jane still held the envelope horizontally to her forehead, but by now she had shifted hands several times while doing so. [...]

[...] The name Gladys H. Austin is seen in the upper right-hand corner of the memo slip; in capitals.

[...] Hands on hips, she stared at me in an undoubted humorous way.)

[...] Applied with a heavy hand they become unnecessary dogma, rigidly limiting experience. [...]

As best I can interpret the objective information at hand, the physical locale of my subjective experience is a precarious one, since outside the eastern and southern boundaries of Jerusalem the terrain quickly drops away into valleys close and steep enough to protect the city from large-scale attack — with hardly enough room there for the “hordes” of Roman soldiers I saw on the “flat ground.” [...]