“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] “I didn’t have a thing in my head.”)

I am of course aware of your Christ’s head. [...]

[...] Both the angle of his head and jaw, and the position of his arms, are involved. [...]

(David has told his parents of his yearnings toward this person, he said, and his father responded by telling him it was “all in his head.” [...]

[...] Now Ruburt’s ego had been hit over the head, so to speak, so many times in his childhood that it became very sensitive, developing a rigidity out of self-protection.

The chapter heading: “Probabilities, the Nature of Good and Evil, and Religious Symbolism.”

It was not safe to play around with Ruburt in such a manner ever, because when you weren’t looking he would be just as liable to hit you over the head with a rock for something you had said ten years ago, and completely forgotten. [...]

[...] Nor does it solidify, stopping the flow of sap to the treetop for fear the dumb tree, not knowing what it was up to, would bump its head against the sky.

[...] Jane wanted to stay there and I liked the idea, but since I had only thirty dollars I was afraid to chance a strange city with so little, and we headed north to my parents’ home in Pennsylvania. [...]

[...] “Here it’s session time and I don’t have an idea in my head....” [...]

[...] The head in a portrait cannot close its eyes if they are open, but you move within the framework of the temporal space that you have created for yourself.

[...] I have had several vivid ones lately, including a fall tree in full color, and the head of a child with an open mouth.

[...] (Pause.) One of whom joins a profession that had to do with keeping records of water levels or consumption, (Jane shakes head) this being a civil employment.

[...] Its original beginnings were in the head area. [...]

Dream locations do not exist like physical objects in your head. [...]

[...] Rob shook his head and I didn’t particularly want to get involved anyway so I said no mentally. [...]

[...] Jane said that as she held the envelope to her head she did not hear anything move within; nor did she shake the envelope, etc.

[...] Dark hair somewhat in a circle, with some of the head bare. [...]

You know, I know, that your compliments quite go to his head, when they are real ones, and this also sends his symptoms running. [...]

[...] “Yeah, I’ve got sentences about it in my head. [...]

[...] I get a word or two in my head, so I know he’s here.” [...]