“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The day was hot and gorgeous. [...]

(Again, it was a very hot and humid evening. [...]

[...] It was very hot and humid and difficult to achieve the proper state.

[...] “My right big toe is hot as hell inside,” she said. [...]

(“And I got hot too, after that,” Jane said, referring to her forehead reaction, This made me think that the warmth she felt was a sign of bodily healing, such as Seth had said recently was associated with warmth.

[...] Jane had the window of her room wide open, and the place was still hot. [...]

(The day was once again very hot — at least 90 degrees — but room 330 was pleasant once more. [...]

[...] The day had turned hot and bright and humid — a beautiful day to be alive, actually, though I’d agreed with the priests when each of them said that Joe was in an even better place now.

[...] “Then my feet get hot,” she said, then exclaimed in pleasure, “Look how fast it’s going”—meaning her left big toe. [...]

[...] It makes me feel all hot and itchy....” [...]

(Jane had been very uncomfortable today, since it had been so hot and humid. [...]

[...] I want the hot towels on the knees however continued, and all of the suggestions given already. [...]

3. Theoretical physicists have charted (assuming that the big-bang origin of the universe was a hot event) how the first explosion may have “evolved” from one with a temperature well in excess of 100,000 million degrees Kelvin into a cooler one of “only” a few thousand degrees Kelvin around 500,000 years later, so that atoms could begin to form. [...]

[...] Even so, I have trouble conceptualizing the idea that all matter in our universe, out to the farthest-away galaxy of billions of stars, grew from this unimaginably small and dense, unimaginably hot “original” state or area of being. [...]

I told him (emphatically) that the hot towels on the knees would help his eyes considerably, and his head. [...]

(“It seems to me that when I have a session like that I get real hot,” Jane said. [...]

The room is too hot for our purposes.

[...] The evening was also quite hot and humid — with the temperature over 80 degrees at session time — and this bothered her considerably. [...]

[...] It was a hot and humid night and our living room windows were of course open. [...]

(The evening was very hot and humid; it was quite uncomfortable even through it had just rained, and Jane wasn’t sure we would have a session. [...]

[...] In the meantime we drove around the deserted college town, and stopped once for a drink in a hot little bar. [...]

[...] He stood there, quiet but assured, “cool” versus my “hot”—my idea of a man. [...]

(The day had been very hot and sticky. [...]