“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Her head was stuffy again.

[...] Linda came in just as I was on my feet, and helped me haul Jane toward the head of the bed after I’d turned her on her back. [...]

(The crew at the hospital did have a birthday party for me, and even though I knew what they were up to, it was still a delightful surprise, what with their obvious good will and cheers, the cards, and the food — more than we could eat, at least Jane and I. Mary, the head nurse, made the chocolate cake with chocolate icing. [...]

[...] The heading, as given earlier, is correct.

[...] 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. [...]

[...] Much of the time she sat with her head down and her hands raised to her temples. [...]

[...] Jane’s pace remained slow when she began speaking again, and as before she sat with her head down, her eyes closed, her hands raised, etc. [...]

His head has been congested for a long time—the neck, jaw, sinus, eyes all being affected, and that condition began before any symptoms were noticeable. [...] His head became congested and he used the inhaler.

The foot and finger reflexology in particular stimulated all the areas of the head, activating various nerve passageways. Muscles in the head and neck area that had been held fairly rigid had to respond. [...]

[...] Oh, that traffic’s fascinating — it does things to my head and ears, inside. [...]

[...] Right now I feel that when I close my eyes the earth, the whole globe, is inside my head. [...]

[...] “If something dies in your head, a cell maybe, something also dies in the outside world: an insect, a person. [...]

[...] And now I feel, strongly enough to mention it, that my legs are growing down through the floor and my head’s growing up toward the ceiling….”

[...] It began in the left leg and the left arm principally; then it spread to my chest and head. [...]

[...] During my nap a few days ago, as I wakened, a voice in my head was saying.... [...]

[...] Holding her hands up on either side of her head, she indicated a width of almost three feet; her head had literally felt that wide to her.

[...] Jane had a head cold, and we had a session scheduled for the weekend for Claire Crittenden and Pat Norelli.)

(The head and silhouette mentioned here reminded Jane that one of the projects she and Nancy planned for the nursery school class involved the students making silhouette drawings of their heads, as Christmas gifts for their respective parents. [...]

Just that my impression is of heads, and four of them, in silhouette.

[...] “Just that my impression is of heads, and four of them, in silhouette.” [...]

[...] The head silhouette idea wasn’t carried out however by December 21, the last class before Christmas vacation. [...]

[...] The left ankle, say, would be one of the signs leading the way, then, or the shoulders or the head or the neck. [...]

[...] Left leg way up off the mattress, grunts and groans, head and shoulders and arms going sideways. [...]

[...] So did her head and shoulders as I massaged the leg for some while. [...]

[...] As I cautiously massaged it, it too began to move, including the foot, and the head and shoulders. [...]

[...] With your recorder we may be able to arrange a more comfortable conversation, although as you realize as far as the material itself is concerned, it is rather weighty material and I must sort of hit you over the head with it. If I did not hit you over the head with it I’m afraid that you would not get it at all.

[...] I saw this road as though I was traveling on it, heading straight ahead. [...]

Our books do not appear under the Parker heading. [...]

[...] I lay flat on my back, with my head turned a little toward the dim light. [...]

[...] I realized that while lying on my back with my head turned a bit to the right, I was definitely looking to my left, at the top of a plain, solid wooden door to a room — and that my viewpoint was up, just above the top of the door in its frame, which was close to a low ceiling. [...]

(Jane had said before the 846th session, which she held a week ago, that she wanted Seth “to get back to” book dictation, and Seth had obligingly given the heading for Chapter 7 at the end of the session. [...]

[...] (Loudly:) Various — this is the beginning of the next chapter (7) — the headings were given — various kinds of governments represent the exercise of different aspects of consciousness.

[...] Her heading for them is tentative: The Plants’ Book of People. [...]

Thursday 12:20—What I like about all this is that I FEEL that the head area—which is clearing all day and week—is the basic area in which everything started; even the slowness; and that all of that is in the process of clearing—that, the physical stuff PLUS, this AM the feeling I’m doing stuff at creative inspirational levels too; figured out important stuff about James for example—and I FEEL that my recovery can be easy—automatic—and that it only seems that the “body needs time” etc. [...]

The lack of motion, however, in the last episode, was more noticeable, the constriction in the neck muscles and head. [...]

(Pause.) There is an exercise Ruburt read that will help here, where one imagines the eyes sinking backward into the head. [...]

[...] As Jane and I were getting ready to eat lunch several staff people, including Cathy, Jan, Mary the head nurse, Dawn, Sue, brought in a large flat-pan cake decorated for the 30th anniversary of Jane and me. [...]

[...] She followed these motions with some gentle head and shoulder movements. [...]

[...] I seemed instead to hover or be suspended just at the head-height of the astronaut, Aldrin—perhaps six feet. [...]

Do not be a donkey head, and remember.