“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

All of above continues & left jaw & ligament begins. [...]

(“Symbols or initials in the lower left hand corner. [...] Near the lower left hand corner of the object is printed the name of the hotel in which the VFW affair was to be held, along with the specific rooms. [...]

[...] Her head rested on her left hand, but she soon became quite restless in her Kennedy rocker and began to shift about. [...]

[...] My sketch is below on the left. [...]

[...] Her left hand was raised to her eyes. [...]

[...] I believe he carried a pipe in his left hand. He stood on the left side of my field of vision. [...]

[...] And the import of the dream was clear to him merely in the perception of that simple data, the black envelope, with the return name in the left hand corner, and though he does not recall it, his name on the envelope as the person to whom the communication was sent.

[...] The man left it momentarily. [...]

[...] And as before, by the time I left the apartment, the other car had been moved.

[...] When I left for 330 this noon the temperature was barely 10 above. [...]

[...] Afterward she described a series of “experiences” she’d had after I left her last night. [...]

[...] I told her that the changes in the nodules on top of her left wrist have now decreased in size considerably, as they have been doing very gradually for some time now. [...]

[...] Jane’s voice was good, her head down, eyes closed; she swayed to her left often. [...]

[...] Actually, she was leaning again to her left in the chair. [...]

[...] She meant leaning to her left. [...]

[...] Jane leaned so far to her left in the chair that I had to support her in it lest she overbalance the chair. [...]

[...] Jane told me later that after I left she began to get very strong feelings that the phone was going to ring, with some exceptionally good news for us. [...]

[...] It feels like my left leg is up higher than my right one, though I can see that it isn’t. And it’s straight. [...]

[...] Now the little men are doing it with my right leg, but they’re having more trouble with it than with the left one. [...]

[...] Yet, she said, she felt an image walking just ahead of her; at the same time the feeling of warmth had left her. [...]

[...] But ways of getting through them which involve two turns to the left, a going-along with the current, a right turn of 23 degrees. But a left turn could cause serious trouble.

[...] There is a small object in this cave, but 15 feet approximately beneath to the left are many plants, with strange shaped blossoms; and in the roots, intertwined with the roots of these plants, are some objects of interest to you.

(After the Gallaghers had left, Jane told me that whatever ability she possesses certainly operates at its best when there are witnesses. [...]

[...] Therefore, for most of you there are two or three existences in the physical plane still left for you. [...]

[...] Difficulties in the left leg from an old wound. [...]

[...] During break Lydia told us that she had lived in Bangor as a preschool child, and had been very attached to Maine; so much so that when she left there and moved to New York State, she at first refused to say she lived in New York State. [...]

[...] One of the witnesses may remember, and space is left below for any notes.)

[...] She left the room door open when she left, so that hall noises intruded.

(The day was about 32 when I left for 330, although Jane’s room was getting cold. [...]

[...] He left to get tools. [...]

[...] Today was cold — 22 degrees when I left for 330. [...]

[...] Dorothy took Jane’s temperature — 99.3. After she left Jane said, “See, instead of trusting my body I’m mad because my temperature is up again like that …”

[...] (Slowly, to begin:) Left alone, hate does not last.

Hate, left alone then, does not erupt into violence. [...]

[...] “All of that was coming from that way,” Jane pointed to her lower left. [...]

In a strange manner, then, hatred is a means of returning to love; and left alone and expressed it is meant to communicate a separation that exists in relation to what is expected.

[...] (phrase left out) and that is why you are here. [...]

[...] Because I have left your planet doesn’t mean that I must be somber and speak in somber tones. [...]

[...] (This was a phrase left out earlier. [...]

[...] Don left the sealed envelope he had prepared for the session with me, however; I kept it until the Wilburs were able to witness a session. [...]

[...] The visitors left at 10:04. [...]

[...] I will give you alternate methods of projecting, but I will be concerned now with what you can expect the few moments after you have left the physical body.

[...] There are no steps shown on the object, but the brick walk is in perspective, and rises perhaps at a 20-degree angle from left to right. [...]

[...] Left alone, your thoughts are as various, magnificent, trivial, frightening, or glorious as a hurricane, a flower, a flood, a toad, a raindrop or the fog. [...] Left alone, they come and go.

[...] As we listened to them I picked up a book which an ESP class member had left behind last night. [...]

I knew when Ruburt interviewed Augustus that the young man identified Augustus Two with the left side of himself. [...]

[...] You do not have to take it as fact that all of your thoughts would be murky, left alone, and try to hide them.

[...] This afternoon as I was changing her dressings, the little finger of her left hand began to turn darker as she lay on the bed. [...] [The irony of it is that her left middle finger looks much better now. [...]

[...] Because he left?”)

Because he left, and because you knew his hands shook also. [...]

[...] When I got to 330 Jane told me about her dream, which she had not long after I left last night.

[...] I remarked that if she had a session today I’d like it to be on what we’d talked about before I left last night — her right leg, and related challenges. [...]

[...] After Shawn left, I read to Jane her material from 4:25.)

[...] We had left Elmira on the morning of the 15th.

[...] However, by the time we left York Beach, I had tried to suggest to my subconscious, in line with the material we have obtained to date on the value of expectation, that the car would consume less oil than on the outward journey. [...]

[...] Ruburt in particular resented the material changes made there, and felt left out in the cold.

[...] Jane didn’t ask for these, but left it up to me to pick out something to read.

(I said I wished we’d never left Sayre, and she agreed. [...]

(I will close on this note, though in all sincerity, I think those who are left behind have it far rougher than those who go …)