“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Now Jane, her eyes still closed, leaned rather quickly toward Lorraine and her voice boomed out briefly. [...]

[...] Frank is correct: many ligaments have stretched to allow him to sit down—(leaning forward, and loudly:)I would say 50% better within two weeks.

To start with, however, we will for a while lean on the old terminology, while hoping to gradually leave it behind. [...]

By August, however, Jane hadn’t “walked,” even by leaning upon her typing table and pushing it before her, for over eight months; she was still getting around the hill house in either her wheeled office chair, or the old straight chair I’d equipped with casters last June. [...]

[...] Jane leaned back on the couch with her feet up on the coffee table, and I sat facing her with my notebook propped up on one knee; the fireplace was only a couple of feet in back of me. [...]

[...] I know indeed that you lean toward a belief in immortality, while at the same time you cannot entirely accept the possibility without some sort of scientific proof.

[...] Now as she spoke she leaned forward some of the time, as though getting restless at merely standing upright in one spot. [...]

While you are freeing yourself still you recognize within your psyche a leaning in that direction, and so you lash out whenever you hear such ideas, not realizing that you lash out also against yourself. [...]

[...] Even now until the almost immediate present, Roarck has followed in this life his esthetic leaning. [...]

(Leaning forward, amused:) I will call you William, and you cannot say that I have not used your name.

[...] (Jane leans forward, knocking on the tabletop for emphasis, eyes wide.) Perhaps in a dream, or perhaps in a projection, made into the past.

(10:05.) To some extent in the dream state, you are freed of such cultural leanings. [...]

In a strange fashion the symptoms also served to stress what he felt you were both trying to deny—his femininity, in that he felt at a very unconscious level that they made him helpless and in need of someone to lean upon—a mute call for support to you, and at that level he was outraged that instead of giving him your hand you would offer mental suggestions.

[...] She came close to it this evening, leaning back upon an elbow quite often.

(When I first saw Jane on the lawn below the studio windows, I leaned out to joke with her briefly. [...]

[...] In general outlines, I saw him as he sat leaning back in an easy chair, his right leg crossed over his left, and holding up an opened newspaper. [...]

[...] It had short round wooden legs with a light brown finish, a cushioned seat and back [the back leaning back, of course] and was without arms. [...]

[...] Despite myself, I leaned closer. [...]

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

[...] Trees, rocks, and grass constantly exchange places as energy changes form (very forcefully, leaning forward, eyes wide and dark).

(All very intent, leaning forward, eyes wide and dark:) In some manner, even a tragic composition of merit transcends tragedy itself. [...]

(Jane now sat leaning forward, with both hands raised to her closed eyes as she began giving the 72nd Instream data. [...]