“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] “Also, my hands seemed to be a couple of inches away from where they really are....and my feet....” [...]

(When I lit our test candle at 8:55 PM, the flame at once shot up to an estimated height of three inches; I had not seen it do this before. [...] The flame then settled down to a steady height of about 1 1/4 inches, and remained there through first break. [...]

[...] The candle flame remained unchanged, burning steadily at an estimated height of 1 1/4 inches.

[...] The candle flame remained at its steady 11/4 inch height. [...]

[...] She herself accumulated a stack of pamphlets seven inches high, weighing several pounds.)

[...] (Pause.)In a fashion (underlined), Ruburt thought of his abilities as fascinating but untrustworthy allies: give them an inch and they will take a yard. [...]

[...] It’s also going to be plowed by the service station operator who takes care of our car; whenever the snow accumulates to three inches or so, the clearing-out will be automatically taken care of. [...]

[...] The change in Jane’s features seemed to take place on a plane an inch or so in front of Jane’s actual physical features. [...]

After this Rob asked me to move a few inches forward. [...]

[...] There was always a great fear that the blacks as a race would escape their bounds — given an inch they would take a yard — simply because the whites so greatly feared the nature of the inner self, and recognized the power that they tried so desperately to strangle within themselves.

[...] Nor are the dimensions of circumference or radius stationary in your terms, for they exist in value fulfillment rather than in space, and their measurements in terms of intensity rather than in inches or miles.

[...] This dispenser is composed of round and curving lines, has a circular hole through it perhaps an inch and a half in diameter, a larger round design in red printed about this hole, and of course contains a round roll of Scotch tape perhaps two inches in diameter.

Though this criss-crossed fleshmesh
Tastes like peach and feels like peach fuzz,
All utterly mergings of gold and green and red,
Sunnily rendered, dizzy and delicious,
Still, touching it with eyes is like peering
Through a fence
With wires cunningly connected,
A million to an inch.

[...] One thing that happened was that I was standing an inch or so higher, and I was walking pretty fast—but I was still bent way over, like I was still in my body like that first time this happened. [...]

[...] My astral body was in the same approximate position, perhaps six inches above. [...]

[...] Now the yard is littered with sections of limb several inches in diameter and perhaps twenty-five feet long. [...]

Or move it half an inch.

[...] I then became aware that my left arm and hand felt itself to be some inches higher than my right arm and hand. [...]

[...] The door was dark on my side, and was open toward me perhaps three inches at the most.

[...] After getting her eye drops from Lorrie, Jane’s left leg started moving, her foot rotating up in the air a couple of inches. [...]

[...] If you suddenly turned an inch to the right or the left you would not be altering your body, but simply changing its position, increasing your overall picture, turning very cautiously from your initial position. [...]

[...] When she called me for the session at 8:30, she showed me how she has picked up unaccustomed movement in her legs: She could raise her legs several inches higher—the right one the easiest—than she’d been able to do this morning; obvious signs that the changes were beneficial. [...]

[...] When you travel as pioneers through your own reality, you create each blade of grass, each inch of land, each sunset and sunrise, each oasis, friendly cabin or enemy encounter as you go along.

[...] (Jane raised an arm over her head, full length.) Following the analogy the times, the physical times in which they would ordinarily have occurred, would have ended, say, here—(Jane indicated a spot six inches above the lighter)—but the energy was so great that it catapulted some of these events, displacing what you think of as time, so that they appeared, as Hitler did, where theoretically, now, they should not have.

(Then my feet [in shoes as I lay on the bed] lying about six inches apart, felt as though they were connected to each other by a bridge or rope of flesh. [...]