“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] (Dry humor, smile, eyes open.) Indeed, they take up no space, as the dream within your head takes up no space. [...]

(Red also appears on the Draft Beer can, one of which furnished the cap, in the words “by Iroquois,” and in the design of the Indian head at the bottom of the can. [...]

[...] In small numerals there is the date 1842, within the circle enclosing the Indian head. [...]

[...] Again, note the Indian head, plus the name Iroquois, on the beer can shown on page 88. [...]

[...] I had just finished my first small glass of wine when a wave of ‘feeling’ swept over me from foot to head. [...]

[...] … Often, just beforehand Ruburt does not have a thought in his head … and then my ‘excellent’ dissertations begin, if you will forgive a touch of egoism on my part. [...]

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

(The feeling was predominant in her head and arms, but was also slowly spreading into the lower parts of her body. [...] Holding her hands out on either side of her head, she indicated a width to me of perhaps two and a half feet; she said her head felt, literally, that wide.

[...] After the session she remarked several times that she wished Seth had used it in the heading for this chapter. She even discussed adding it to the heading, without really intending to do so…. [...]

[...] (Jane sat with her head down.) It had followed a quarrel with your mother. [...]

[...] (Long pause, eyes closed, head down.) He left for your young brother a sense (smile) of sweetness, an innocent, untouched quality that will always sustain him.

(Pause.) Your dog dream (of March 31, 1979) also somewhat symbolizes that dilemma: do you go with your head, forcing a conscious decision, or do you go with your instincts, symbolized by the dog’s form? [...]

[...] Ruburt is beginning to get that through his head. [...]

Our friend here of the idiot flower, then look through and beyond Ruburt’s head and wherever that leads you then follow and follow in your own way. [...]

(Jane lay so quietly, eyes closed, head tipping toward her left on her pillow, mouth open, that I thought she’d fallen asleep.)

[...] This time I thought, “To hell with not panicking,” and I started to yell my head off. I knew it wasn’t my physical head, but I hoped that my shout would either frighten the creature away or attract some kind of help.

[...] I can hear Seth’s words going through my head like signals. It’s as if I’m tuning in on a radio broadcast that I’m not supposed to be hearing, because when I start to listen there is a clicking sound in my head, and the “station” turns off. [...]

[...] I hit my body so quickly that my physical head was spinning, but no matter. [...]

[...] I really have enjoyed hearing you, Seth, I think you are a real cool head.”)

I am indeed pleased to hear that I am a cool head.

[...] His head, to him, was like space or the sky. [...]

[...] For example, in your culture some people feel that there is a struggle between their hearts and their heads, a conflict between emotion and reason, in other words. [...]

[...] Your body is your method of perception at this time, but I am telling you that if you identify your entire reality with your body then you are heading for severe feelings of depression and desolation and also letting yourself in for some surprises in the future. [...]

[...] The fine and terrible weapon of the intellect should, indeed, terrify even the gods, for there it sits atop of your heads so sure of its function and its worth and its permanence, and its knowledge and it judges everything according to those rules which it has itself established. [...]

(Jane now remembered that as Seth had spoken about her being able to hear the sound of his voice, the left side of her head and scalp, from the top of her head down to her neck, had tingled very strongly for several minutes. [...]

[...] As when giving experimental material, she sat with her head down, a hand raised to her closed eyes.)

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

(Once again Jane bowed her head and raised her hand to her closed eyes.)

[...] 6/27, 2:30 AM: Due to a very busy day I missed the regular experiment, but as I was falling asleep for the night I saw quite clearly the white-haired, shaggy head of an old woman. [...] I made a crude sketch of the head. The head appeared to turn from side to side, looking about. [...]

[...] End of heading.

[...] Mary Jean said she’d relay it to the head nurse — where I suppose it’ll die. [...]

[...] In one more or less habitual position a few months ago, Ruburt could walk and move his head in a restricted way. [...]

(The heading The Wonderworks first came to Jane as she sat at her desk last Friday morning, May 17. [...]