“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] They aren’t just words any more … Wow …” Her head nodded. [...]

(His head was bare and his hair blowing in a wind. [...]

[...] At times Jane got to her feet and tipped her head back, as she had done in the 170th session. [...]

[...] As usual Jane spoke while sitting down, with her head tipped down and her hands raised to her closed eyes. [...]

[...] (Jane pauses, shakes her head in puzzlement.) We will try to clear this up. [...]

[...] (Again Jane shakes her head in puzzlement or vexation.)

[...] Surf breaking over his head appeared to have a “white sideways movement.” [...]

[...] And therefore, because I tell you that you can heal yourself, I also tell you that there are some difficulties in the way, and those difficulties are those ideas that you have in your heads that prevent you from using your own abilities. [...]

And to you, I try to speak to you personally when I can but there is also information that I want to get through all of your heads. [...]

[...] Her head kept dipping down; she yawned, blinking; her hands, she said, felt “like water.” [...]

“As I walk into the kitchen the head of my dream self fills with vivid scenes, like other dreams, interpretations of each cell of this new awareness. [...]

[...] Jane did a few mild motions with her head and shoulders and left foot—to the same extent as she’s been doing in recent days. [...]

[...] Today her left side of the head, neck and jaw released further, quite a bit more than usual, she said. [...]

[...] There will be 20 chapters, and I will write the headings for them. [...]

[...] We cleared our minds of objective thoughts and wrote down whatever came into our heads, trying to predict the day’s events. [...]

[...] The months between August 1965 and October 1966 contained enough triumphs and disappointments to keep my head spinning. [...]

(“That’s all in the chapter heading?”)

[...] At the same time I knew that subjectively Jane was experiencing the feeling of a “cone” or “pyramid” coming down over the top of her head. [...]

[...] She said she thought it was a good session, because “my head feels as though there’s absolutely nothing else in it but the session.” [...]

(She was indeed very relaxed, sitting as she was with her head bowed, leaning forward on the couch. [...]

Ruburt’s body is then magically and naturally repairing itself in a function just as creative, of course, as the inner work that goes on in the production of a book or a poem — a fact he is finally getting through his head. [...]

[...] It is not of itself limiting in our work by any means, but there has been constant and deep misunderstanding that came to a head last winter, was somewhat resolved, but still continued. [...]

[...] I have largely explained this before, but the position of the arms, trunk, neck, jaw, head, and ribs were all related. [...]

[...] Her feet and toes also moved, and her head a little. [...]

[...] A capital M appears in the bill’s heading: Glenn M. Schuyler.)

[...] Was this to be translated into an object like, say, a heavy roof over my head, or to an emotional feeling that “hung over me”? [...]

[...] It was in the heading of the bill, on the upper half. [...]

[...] However, when the ego becomes involved with fears, it ceases to be an effective tool and becomes instead a hammer hitting you incessantly over the head. [...]

[...] It does not bend when there is no wind, nor does it stiffen, stopping the flow of sap to the treetop for fear that the dumb tree, not knowing what it was up to, would bump its head against the sky.

(As soon as I realized that Jane or Seth might be attempting something, I sat very quietly myself so as not to stir the air, and breathed shallowly through my nose with my head somewhat averted. [...]

(Jane was relaxing on the bed, as she often does after a session, with her head propped up on one hand. [...]