“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] An extremely rich thrilling suffused my head, then quickly spread to various parts of my body, not evenly by any means. [...]

[...] As she has done often lately, she spoke a good deal of the time while sitting forward in her rocker, her elbows resting on her knees, her head tipped down to some degree.)

[...] She had, she said, an abrupt feeling as though she had been “hit over the head.” [...]

[...] It was, she said, an actual physical sensation of a blow on the head. [...]

[...] My forehead felt extremely cool, as if bonds of coolness went all around my head. [...]

[...] Dr. Gibson and the head nurse, Mary, had been in to 330 to look at Jane’s knee. [...]

[...] She had a smoke afterward and began a few exercises again, moving her head and shoulders side to side and up and down, in rhythm with her left foot going gently. [...]

[...] Suddenly I realized that I was hearing voices, but they seemed to come from inside my head. [...] I felt as if a radio was turned on full volume in my head, but with stations scrambled — for I could make no sense out of what was said. [...] Really frightened, I shook my head and looked about the room.

[...] So I turned over, moved the bags down and suddenly tuned in to a dialogue going on in my head. [...]

The second dream finds you both in water, headed toward a falls. [...]

Now you are afraid in the next dream that you both are in over your heads, so you see yourself and your brother in the water. [...]

[...] It is Ruburt who constantly, and oftentimes bull-headedly, blocks what I have to say.

You knock your head against walls that you yourselves have made. [...]

[...] The idea of a public life—to some extent, now—has hung over his head, so to speak, almost like a threat. [...]

He has, however, held it over his head that if he improved he should then do such work—and that only fear held him back. [...]

Today before I began work, for instance, I scribbled down ten quick phrases under the heading “Predictions: August 24, 1981.” [...]

The stranger who bent his head to our car window was Rob. [...]

[...] Head and back more flexible; eyes not quite so red—“in and out” of focus in a period of minutes, yet Jane could see to work part of the time today, as Seth suggested.)

[...] You set up defenses, privately and jointly, providing justifications, so that you could do your own thing, and “hold your head up” in the world of those beliefs. [...]

When he attempts to restrain himself too vigorously, he automatically upsets the apple cart, so to speak, and it is on his head that the apples and cart fall.

[...] Jane wanted to do some head and neck motions, hoping they wouldn’t bother her legs.

[...] Her head was bent over, her eyes closed often so that I was afraid she’d bump into her glass of Coke, and perhaps knock it over. [...]

(10:59.) Next chapter heading: “ ‘The Language of Love.’ Images and the Birth of Words.”

[...] People are faced with beliefs other than their own, and discover that the “enemy” or the “infidel,” or the terrorist or the respected head of state, while having completely different views, are each convinced of their own uprightness and virtue.

All of life is seen as heading for extinction in any case. [...]

[...] The man has been early headed for tragedy. [...]

[...] You are, and don’t let your heads swell too much, you are pioneers now.

(These people I saw with adequate distinction, yet not with the needle-sharp, vivid vision I have experienced on some occasions, as for instance the man’s head of Sunday, 6/7. I did not recognize either one of them.

[...] The first thing I thought of was Jane’s father, though—I didn’t actually see him, but I was telling Jane that at times I thought I did see the shape of the back of the head —I did associate that with his head.”)

[...] had been going through my head, and I had the idea that it was related to these “families”. [...]

[...] As he falls asleep some night our grocer, Wilford, might suddenly hear the full strains of a symphony in his head, or instead catch a quick glimpse of a football player; or on the other hand one of the musicians in the symphony orchestra may suddenly find himself thinking about how difficult it would be to have a mistress and a wife at the same time.

[...] It shocked him because he is used to hearing my words from within his head — he had never before been aware of my voice as existing apart from him. [...]

6. About Seth’s reference to the myths connected with his name: Set, or Seth, was an Egyptian god of evil (with an animal’s head) whose complicated origins could, it’s thought, reach back in antiquity to at least 7500 B.C. In Judaism, of course, Seth was the third son of Adam and Eve, after Cain and Abel (Genesis 4 and 5). [...]

[...] Last night in bed she was very sore and uncomfortable in the head, neck, jaw and shoulder areas especially—so much so that she slept late this morning, when finally she did get to sleep after 7 AM. [...]

[...] It’s attached to this session as page 302 and describes what seems to be in ordinary terms a senseless and horrendous story: A 20-year-old drunken driver crashed head-on into another auto, killing two people, the father and an aunt, and putting the other five passengers, all members of the same family, into the hospital. [...]