“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I was perhaps halfway through achieving the desired state when I became aware of my father in my left-center field of vision. 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. [...]

(Then, as though a switch clicked on, the thrilling swept over me from foot to head quite strongly; it sprang up from my left foot.

[...] The first time, it ran up my body from the left foot.

(I saw nothing during this experience, but did hear an unidentified voice utter a phrase, clearly enough, but had lost it by the time I left the state.

[...] There has been an improvement today in the left arm. [...]

The left arm is in the position of having held its own now, and now starting toward physical improvement. [...]

[...] I am no medical man… Because of the psychological condition he extracted, or he used this in both whole milk and beer, in such a way that it left residues near certain joints, blocking passageways and allowing fluids to accumulate. [...]

[...] I had only a few ideas left. [...]

(Jane was left with a page or so of fragmented notes and a couple of possible chapter headings. [...]

(I went shopping at the Acme after I left Jane last night, got home about 8:30, and finished supper an hour later. [...]

[...] The hospital had been very quiet today, and we’d been left pretty much alone most of the time. [...]

(Jane had a rather unexpected opportunity, also, to verify Seth’s diagnosis of the nodule on her left wrist yesterday afternoon. [...]

I find that the climate is more favorable this evening; and much to my amusement I discovered that Ruburt saw fit to collaborate my diagnosis of the condition existing on the left wrist, by speaking to a doctor, who did indeed collaborate my statement.

You are, however, left with the fact that physical matter, while appearing permanent for practicality’s sake, nevertheless does exhibit disintegration in varying degrees. [...]

[...] The turning around of the bed will alleviate a soreness of his ribs on the left side.

[...] Otherwise the ego is left behind, unable to perform, as a rule now, its primary functions. [...]

Something by itself in the low left-hand corner. [...]

[...] At the moment she remembered something small in a left-hand corner on an envelope; of a building of some kind; and of something round like a postmark or vaccination. [...]

(I asked Jane to handle the envelope carefully as soon as she came out of trance, and to lay it flat on the table while opening both envelopes, etc., in order to see if the small object was in a left-hand corner. [...]

[...] This is particularly obvious in the appendix, where only a few pages are left of all of that material. [...] Times are also left out, and no words are underlined. [...]

You have, in the dream’s meaning, your father who wants to be left alone, who likes to work in solitude, and who is quite uncomfortable with the expression of emotion. [...]

[...] They have not flooded the market, which in the long run could be quite detrimental, and in the main they have left you alone. [...]

[...] Symptoms of the left hand or left portions of the body represent difficulties from subconscious levels, and both represent failures between the conscious and subconscious portions of the self.

Feelings of guilt in this case involved with the left hand. [...]

[...] In his case at this time symptoms on the left side of the body have reference to early associations.

[...] Jane said, “that Seth had gone away, rather than staying close like he usually does—as though he’d left to gather information or something. [...]

[...] She gestured to her left as she sat in her rocker; we were holding the session in her study in apartment four again. [...]

[...] This isn’t terribly strong, but I have the feeling of a barrier over there,”and again Jane gestured to her left, “that I can’t get over. [...]

[...] Jane was already doing so, her eyes shut; I didn’t know whether Seth had left again or not. [...]

[...] It’s true that the exotic conditions spilled over, casting some glamour on Augustus One when Augustus Two left for a time, but the contrast was too blatant, too out in the open. [...]

[...] His own personality, however, is left to handle the definitely unsavory characteristics of an Augustus Two who is no longer personified.

He is left with the questions: “If I am so powerful, how is it that I am so weak, and cannot even support my family? [...]

[...] When the connections between Seth and his audience are broken, the material is to some degree “left behind” in that common meeting area.)

[...] After Stuart finally left, to stay at the YMCA, she walked in the kitchen, better than I’d seen her do in some time. [...]

[...] He left, and Jane still had the impulse to have me call him back in another effort to help him. [...]

[...] The plot is left open, but in the deepest terms the whole self, through its personalities, probes deeply into the meaning of life in all of its manifestations. [...]

[...] There is much left unsaid, simply because some information available to me cannot be translated properly in ways that will make sense to you. [...]

(The temperature was 5 below when I got up at 6:30, but it was up to 15 when I left for 330 at 12:30. [...]

[...] “I sure hope I don’t get her to take care of me,” Jane said after she’d left. [...]

(However, her knees appear to be swinging back and forth even better, which is an excellent sign, and she can still sleep lying on her left side. [...]

[...] I explained that I’d become quite interested in the Fred Conyers thing because I’d been reading a couple of pages a day of one of the manuscripts he’d left us: The Rule Book of Love: A Seth Book. I thought the title intriguing. [...]

[...] She left Jane a couple of tapes of songs [by others] and a piece of healing quartz. [...]

[...] To begin with, Jane left her excellent trance easily, saying she had barely heard the music. [...]

(“Over here now,” Jane said, designating her upper left, “is Seth on what you were just saying about peer groups — how young people feel it’s so important to fit in with their own kind, and why. [...]

[...] There: Now I’ve just got another one”— Jane pointed to her lower left — “and it explains all of this.” [...]

(Peg and Bill Gallagher left for Nassau, Monday, October 17, and returned Tuesday, October 25. [...]

(As soon as I turned Jane back on her back at about 1:15 I massaged Oil of Olay into her left leg and talked to her and to it. [...] At the same time Jane’s left foot hurt when I rubbed the leg, and turned outward on its side. [...]

[...] At times she did move her left leg and foot fairly well, however, and had lesser indications in her right foot. [...]

[...] After we’d checked the lineage of the poetry, Jane did a few movements, although she knew it was getting to be time to turn on her left side. [...]

(The day was much cooler when I left for 330 — only 29 degrees. [...]

[...] Someone darted into the room, left a pile of white underpads on the desk, and darted back out.)

[...] I left at 7:05. [...]

[...] There was enough snow when I left the hospital to make me take it quite easy driving home. [...]

[...] It was necessary because he believed that the spontaneous self, left alone, would not so concentrate—or that his spontaneous self would not, but would also be tempted by whatever other private pursuits. That belief built up a body of habits so that even when he made headway in changing the basic belief at least, he was left with beliefs about the body that were secondary but habitual; beliefs shared by each of you about his body, so that the evidence was always present.