“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The sense of original sin, however, which unfortunately has been made so much of, is undoubtedly in part an inner recognition of debts of this sort, hanging over the personality at birth. [...]

[...] It appears to hang over her, but since it is too much to handle at once, she feels Seth withdrawing it, to release it to her a little at a time in the form of connected words.

[...] It was done perhaps twenty years ago and hangs in my parents’ home. [...]

[...] “I had the feeling of my hair being long and parted in the middle, as though I’ve got some kind of humanoid features; you know, with the hair hanging down on each side of my face, which is something like an animal’s — but with very intelligent eyes, very warm and soft.”⁸ Jane finally opened her eyes. [...]

Please be frank, as I do not like this hanging over our heads. [...]

[...] This is not to be a pie-in-the sky sort of thing, or some “heaven” hanging suspended above, but a very valid meeting place between worlds. [...]

[...] During one delivery he remarked somewhat humorously that the Sumari “want someone else to take care of what they have created …”, that “they don’t hang around to cut the grass….” [...]

[...] The building has a flat roof, is one story high, is of red (orange?) wood that looks lighter in sunlight, and has a series of shingles or name plates hanging outside that might be called banners. [...]

[...] They do not want to hang around to now the grass, in other words. [...]

[...] The names you take are structures upon which you hang your images … What you are cannot be uttered, and no letter or alphabet can contain it. [...]

(This reminded Jane and me that during Saturday evening, Marilyn had described to us how her young son had discovered what fun there was to the universal game of hanging by his mother’s apron strings, as she tried to go about her duties in the trailer home in nearby Wellsburg, NY.

[...] Hanging up, he closed his eyes and imagined energy being sent out from a universal source through his own body, and directed toward the person in need. [...]

[...] It seemed to me now that a clear course of hanging back had been displayed by Jane all though our psychic endeavors, and that it could be easily charted if we took the time to do so. [...]

[...] In one case, a friend’s hang-ups in the present originated right in this life, though her boyfriend’s were left over from the past.

[...] The wind chimes hanging in a corner of the porch were clashing together repeatedly. [...]

[...] For many complex reasons she refused to go the conventional medical route, as she always had—and I felt [and still do] that my own hang-ups in that area prevented me from helping her as much as I should have. [...]

“Part of me doesn’t want to contend with this material at all,” Jane wrote for her journal, “but last night I had one of the strangest, quite frightening experiences—all the odder because there are so few real events to hang on to. [...]