“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] This was actually a threat he held over his own head. [...]

[...] Don Simmons fit very well her description of a round, rather small face, with ears close to the head, no glasses, a naked kind of face. [...]

[...] I told you my eyes are popping out of my head. [...]

[...] Note the difference between Seth’s heading for this chapter and the one Jane gave before the session.)

(“Ruburt already has a head start on this, so I am not spoiling his fun. [...]

[...] I’m trying to go beyond myself … Now I’m almost getting it …” Jane, half smiling, bemused, shook her head. [...]

[...] She also picked up from him the heading of Chapter 8 for Mass Events: “Men, Molecules, Power, and Free Will.” [...]

[...] As usual Jane’s pace slowed; she sat with her head down and her hands raised to her closed eyes. [...]

[...] A game (Jane paused, eyes closed, then shook her head in puzzlement.)

(After supper Jane began experiencing a profound, heavy, liquid, watery and supportive kind of relaxation throughout her right side from head to toe. [...]

I sit in a swivel chair
with smooth ball bearings.
Without warning, I turn myself
around in a complete circle,
but nothing disturbs
my world vision,
and objects appear on all sides
with sweet precision,
as if a projector in my head
sends out invisible rays that turn
into images, so I
always seem inside
dimensions of depth
and weight.

[...] You cannot inhibit spontaneity in one area and not in another, but he did not get it properly through his head that spontaneity did not mean license, or that spontaneity was going to work against his work if he gave it half a chance. [...]

His new room gave him the view that he wanted, but no protection—and not only that, but then he was the one who met guests head-on.

2.) Three times a week, hot towels should be applied to the knees, and this will help his legs—but also clear up his head. [...]

[...] A life that seems headed for disaster will suddenly become victorious, for example. [...]

[...] They are headed for another reality, and ready for it.

[...] As I did this, suddenly a concise clear stream of words came through my head: “Great as these things are, there is a totality of experience and sensation that includes them all, a vortex that contains and transforms these infinite parts.”

[...] They didn’t seem to well up from inside me, but to be dropped down into my head.

[...] She sat with her head down and a hand to her face. [...]

[...] Her head is usually tipped down in such movements and I can detect no opening of the eyes.

[...] Jane sat quietly with her head down and her hands raised to her closed eyes. [...]