“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Now under this heading I include other types of perception beyond those which you are acquainted with. [...]

(Our scheduled meeting with Kim Evans, director of social services at the Chemung County Infirmary, and Connie Lido, head nurse there, took place at about 1:40 This afternoon. [...]

(“The kid—the two boys or young men, seemed to be headed in the direction of Bob Kinner’s old coffeehouse that we went to ...a farmhouse on the left, and a curve, the road curves to the right.

You are made basically of the same ingredients as a chair, a stone, a head of lettuce, a bird. [...]

[...] It is not simply that past, forgotten, unconsciously perceived events will be put together in a new way and organized under a new heading, but that in that past (now not perceivable), the entire bodily response to seemingly past events will change.

[...] (Long pause, head down, eyes closed.) Whether or not projections are conscious, they occur in any case, and the personality learns from them. [...]

[...] She sat quite still in her chair, her head down, eyes closed.)

You will make them, whole and entire, as well as your heads also, you see. [...]

[...] He stopped running to deal with the problem, to meet it head on. [...]

[...] You weigh so many pounds, tilt your head at such-and-such an angle to peer upward at the skyscape, and physically speaking, you can be categorized.

[...] You finally got it through your heads that something had to be done, and something is being done. [...]

[...] Before she’d felt “clear-headed.” [...]

[...] “I got the heading earlier for the next chapter: “‘Messages’ From Gods, Demons, Heroes, and Other Prominent Persons — or, More Conflicting Beliefs.”)

[...] The trees thrashed over our heads, and Jane’s nervousness finally infected me. [...]

[...] Interestingly enough, one of the three anthropologists heading the expedition is Dr. John M. Lonyear 3d, of Colgate. [...]

[...] As before it sat out of the reach of Jane’s breath, and although it was closer to me I took care to keep my head averted so that my own breath could not influence it. [...]

(Then, as though a switch clicked on, the thrilling swept over me from foot to head quite strongly; it sprang up from my left foot.

(The thrilling then returned, this time to a lesser degree and ranging down from the top of my head. [...]

[...] It bothers Ruburt, as he has said in my hearing, that often-times just before we begin our session formally he does not have a thought in his head. [...]

[...] And if I seem less humorous this evening it is only because sometimes it’s so difficult to get anything through your heads, even though you help me push.

[...] Then I was swept from head to foot by my familiar thrilling sensation, which Seth has called the feeling of sound. [...]

[...] Then a shouting voice, unrecognizable and quite loud off to my left as I lay on the bed, woke me with a start and snapped my head in that direction. [...]

[...] I’ve started a small oil painting based on the “chute” portion of the dream for July 7. I’ve also done a pencil sketch of one of the heads in the photos of myself in the reincarnational dream of July 17, in case I don’t get to paint it. [...]

[...] (Pause, head down.)