“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The object was a red satin bow that had been kicking around the studio for some months; at various times I had idly thought of using it for an experiment. [...]

Like a stallion it will rear up and kick you

[...] Jane kicked her shoes off.)

[...] These stones, or rocks are not cemented down, merely loosely fit in place, and are always being kicked astray. [...]

[...] You cannot kick an “enemy” who does not live in your village or country; an enemy, furthermore, whom you do not even know personally. [...]

Your father would like to kick at old cars, for he felt that they defied him since they worked improperly. [...]

(“I’m glad you’re getting such a kick out of it.”)

[...] Saw a little girl in a short dress kicking up the dust in a gutter beside a curb; making the dust fly quite diligently. [...]

“Some will pick them up and say, ‘What lovely stones,’ and gaze upon them and see what they mean, and others will kick them aside. [...]

[...] We kick to the wall and push through up the fireplace, one by one, to surface. [...]

[...] Now she kicked off her shoes. [...]

(“Then you’re doing it just for kicks?”)

[...] Yet none of us would think of kicking aside your block constructions in ire, or telling you to put aside your children’s toys, though one day you will do so.