“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] His performance, Joseph, was extremely heartening, since he trusted his own intuitions this time; that he did not pound his head against the wall, as in the past. [...]

[...] Her head dropped, chin to her chest, eyes closed. [...]

[...] Jane continued to speak with her head down; the result was that her voice seemed oddly muffled, much deeper, far from as clear as just above. [...]

(Jane now sat leaning far forward in her rocker; her head was far down, toward her knees, facing the floor. [...]

[...] Jane had said before the session started that her head didn’t want to stay back on the pillow—that it kept moving forward all by itself. [...] She had more bladder spasms, and was afraid she’d loosened the catheter with her motions, although I hadn’t thought they were that strong, except for the rapid head movements. [...]

[...] Good movements, head and shoulders and both feet. [...]

[...] I felt fine towards Joel the first night because the minute you started talking, for weeks I had been coming to class, when I would see the war paint on him I would get a terrible pain in my head. I remarked several times in class about I had this pain in my head, and I couldn’t work it out no matter what I did. And that night here in the room when you were talking it was like somebody was pulling something out of my head, and I have not had this pain or this pressure since.”

[...] It seemed to fill my entire head, growing more and more intense. A funny whooshing sound inside my head also distracted me and my head itself began to feel fantastically light. [...]

[...] I found myself seeing Congress Park very clearly, for example, yet I wasn’t there yet, and my head kept throbbing in a way that wasn’t physical — as if I heard rather than felt the throbs. [...] My head felt full of a white light. [...]

[...] Of course I didn’t. From now on, I will hereby install a pen point in the end of my nose and sleep with my head on a writing table.

[...] I heard the sounds in my physical head, I believe, just beneath me. [...]

[...] During it Joanie enthusiastically verified that she has the odd habit of eating lettuce, a head at a time, as another person might eat candy or pretzels. [...]

[...] Joanie Gilbert reiterated that she eats a head of lettuce at a time, and has done so since she was a little girl.)

[...] You may organize the questions under headings, but you need not do so. If several happen to fall under one large subject heading, this would simply be a convenient way of handling it.

[...] Now the feeling should come from the center of the back of your head and extend backward. [...]

[...] Now the selves that you know are now returning through the channels, and as they do you will experience a relaxation of the neck and shoulder area and as you return into the selves that you know the back of your heads will also feel more rested for the body knew that there was a difference in consciousness for some of you. [...]

[...] Left foot, head, moving gently. [...] She moved her head and torso up off the bed a bit, then groaned: “That right foot tried to come up off the bed.” [...]

[...] Jane started some rather restrained motions of her head and shoulders. [...]

Sat July 16*** right ankle suddenly much improved; more movement; eyes definitely a good deal better after massaging head yesterday.

[...] Some of the dogs bore human heads, and some human bodies and canine heads. [...]

[...] “I’ve thought of it before, but finally I’m getting it through my head that the sessions are much better when I don’t have any concern—and when I feel concern, I find it harder to get into it. [...]

(“This afternoon I interpreted some of Rob’s latest dreams, one in particular involving me, beating a black-haired dog on the head. [...]

(“Later when I took a brief nap I mentally imagined myself beating the black-haired dog—and my mental right arm really went bang, bang, bang, banging wooden blocks on the dog’s head really fast, and for a minute I couldn’t stop it. [...]

[...] You need not tell the other person or you may, but if you refuse to ignore the feeling, the feeling builds up until someday the poor man makes a simple, innocent mood [sic], you will beat him over the head, or worse, develop a knock in your knee because you want to hit him over the head and do not dare to do so. [...]

[...] You would not think of going to a hypnotist and having him tell you that you are getting sicker by the moment or the world was getting cruddier by the moment or that your arm or foot or head or toe or ear would hurt more and more with each breath that you took. [...]

(To Ned.) I am now speaking to someone who is directly behind me, but I have eyes in the back of Ruburt’s head. [...]

(To Sue.) You and this friend of yours over here, I am going to take the two of you together in the dream state and take you on some journeys that will make your head spin and your hearts sing, and I want Ruburt to see these written down, too. [...]

[...] Perhaps four heads.” [...] Four heads of course could have referred also to coins or cabbages. [...] I did not think I would be giving Jane information when I asked my first question, pertaining to elaboration of the four heads data. [...]

[...] She leaned forward in her rocker, elbows on knees, head down. [...]

(Once again Jane bowed her head. [...]

[...] Perhaps four heads.

Body steadily has “dropping down” feelings—head to toe, particularly right side. [...]

(I have just finished an oil painting of two heads, male; one of the characters appealed greatly to Jane, and had since the beginning. [...] The head Jane likes is of a blond man, quite heavyset and evidently of a massive build. [...] Jane does not care much for the other head in the painting, although as I worked on the picture I was as much intrigued by this head as by the other.

Almost immediately I heard the words in my head, as before, but I insisted on starting with the board. [...]

[...] IN A SENSE, ALL THINGS COULD BE CALLED FRAGMENTS … but the words were piling up in my head, and after the first few sentences were spelled out, I felt that sense of diving down into the unknown, of letting go. [...]

[...] It is toward this that evolution is headed, though of course, at its usual donkey-slow rate.”

[...] At once, the words started up in my head again, and I began to dictate. [...]

[...] At 3:22, after a cigarette, she began to move most portions of her body in a generalized program of exercise—head off the pillow, arms, shoulders and feet, legs [to a lesser degree] and hips. [...] Now today her head once more began to flop back and forth very rapidly on the column of her neck. [...]

[...] At her request I began massaging her back the way Hal had showed me, from the top of her head to the coccyx. [...]

[...] This was an overall situation from head to toe. [...]

Head/Ears/Eyes. [...]

For example, I’ll see, say, Rob’s head with our floor stand growing out of it into a new kind of object.... [...]

[...] During this time she sat quite still in her chair, her eyes closed, her head down with one hand lifted to her face.)

[...] She shook her head emphatically so that her short curly black hair bobbed up and down.

[...] Before he spoke he tilted his brown-gray head at an earnest angle and stared at her with his usually severe face now wreathed with smiles. [...]