“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Be aware of its pressure against the chair, for example, and of its temperature, of variations: Your hands may be warm and your feet cold, or your belly hot and your head cold. [...]

(Because it was another very hot and humid night we held the session in our large front room, where air circulation is better. [...]

[...] These concerned John’s uneasy feeling about his wife Peg, last week; the strange loss of feeling in his legs in hot weather; and an effort to learn something from Seth about a pilot who disappeared some four years ago in a light plane near John’s hometown, Franklin, LA, which is close to the Gulf of Mexico.

(At 8:55 PM Jane was still sitting out on the front steps; it had been a very hot day, and a busy one for us. [...]

[...] There are currents of thought as there are currents of air, and the mental patterns of men’s feelings and thoughts rise up like flames from a fire, or steam from hot water, to fall like ashes or like rain.

[...] (Long pause.) That effect is somewhat aggravated by hot weather, by Ruburt’s way of using energy, and because he is physically a small person. [...]

[...] The hot towels will also benefit.

[...] Jane’s hour-long delivery had been steady, forceful, and immune to the very hot and damp evening. [...]

[...] It was so hot that Jane had been peeling off articles of clothing ever since the session began.)

[...] When she began writing Magical Approach, she even surprised me by occasionally helping me get breakfast, cooking bacon and eggs at the hot plate I’d set up for her some seven months ago on the kitchen table.⁴ Although she could work at the table while sitting down, she’d given up those simple, nurturing acts of food preparation many weeks ago; her fingers weren’t working well enough, she told me at the time; she didn’t trust herself enough to handle hot food—and I admit that when she implied a risk, the chance of an accident, I stopped encouraging her to help me with meals.

[...] Also, since it had been quite a hot day, Jane watered the plant again at supper time—something she usually doesn’t do at that time of day.

[...] The hot towels on the knees should be begun. [...]

(It was so hot in the room that I asked Seth to wait while I turned the heat off. [...]

[...] I won’t say hot air. [...]

[...] She recited a list of opposing feelings in her own body that she was simultaneously aware of in her “bigger body”: Her right foot was very cold, her back very hot … I got her a sweater, for our living room had cooled off. [...]

(It was a hot, muggy night, and windows were open. [...]

[...] I look into the furnace room and notice a formation of something like hot water heaters near the ceiling. [...]

(Jane thought it possible but not likely that the idea of the thermal blanket advertisement gave rise to the orange, or hot, color.

We tried the Ouija board one night,
My husband Rob and I.
The cat sat on the bright blue rug.
Hot coffee bubbled on the stove.

[...] The tubes circulate hot radioactive water from the reactor throughout the steam generators. [...]