“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I will not make any practical suggestions anymore unless you ask me on the proverbial bended knee. [...]

Tonight Ruburt was exhausted, in one way, from comparing your joint beliefs with those of your brother’s family; of checking his own body beliefs (Jane touched her knee) with theirs and seeing where his were detrimental — but also from contrasting his personal psychic and creative abilities with theirs, and that exhilarated him. [...]

[...] When she picked it up she said, staring, “It’s almost as if you’ve got to choose between biting into the sandwich, your hand that holds it, or your knee beneath the hand — not because you’re disoriented but because everything’s all one. [...]

[...] You may, on the other hand, see the vengeful hand of an angry God in such instances, where the deity once again uses nature to bring man to his knees. [...]

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

[...] She has walked faster at times, and there has been improvement in the musculature definition of her knees.

[...] She stared at me, her eyes very dark, her hands on her knees.)

[...] One time I saw a group of men and women walking out of a deserted house into a field of knee-high brown weeds, and heard them talking plainly.

[...] These permitted some new rotation of both knees, and also loosened some ligaments to the feet.

[...] But you remember just in time, construct your chair where your knee is.

[...] For some time his ankles and knees have had greater freedom of motion — in certain motions — but all such evidence is ignored, largely — or worse, it is viewed ironically, since he is not walking any better.

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

[...] For much of the delivery she sat leaning forward in her rocker, her head tipped down somewhat, and with her hands clasped as her elbows rested upon her knees. [...]

(After this, I experienced a somewhat different version of my thrilling sensation, in my arms from the elbows down, including the hands, and in my legs from the knees down, including the feet. [...]

[...] She changed her position, to lean forward with her elbows on her knees, her head down.)

[...] (Irish skin, I joke with her, although she’s really but a quarter Irish.) She has additional freedom of movement in various joints, such as her knees and hips, although she’s far from being able to walk. [...]

(At times during this experiment my legs felt bent and somewhat drawn up at the knees, although intellectually I was quite aware that they were still flat upon the bed. [...]

[...] She had no trouble talking, although as she walked about at times I noticed a lilt to her step; at other times her knees would bend a little more than usual, as though her legs were rubbery; but to no great degree.

[...] Also on the page 11 side of the object can be seen portions of two female figures—a foot, and the hemline and knees of another model. [...]

[...] I could see that they were light-colored, translucent from the knees down — this without my sitting up in my astral form to see them.