“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Jane had a cigarette: She said she’d meant to tell me today: For the first time in a very long while, she had pain in the first knuckle of her forefinger on her left hand—and the finger is starting to bend at that knuckle. [...]

[...] I hadn’t been home and he’d left a card on the porch floor; eventually I’d answered it. [...]

[...] They feel drawn to other people and to other creatures, and left alone they trust their contacts with others. [...]

[...] It left a bitter taste. [...]

[...] The day was again very warm — over 50 — when I left for 330. [...]

[...] I wrote the dentist a note and left it on his desk.

[...] I thought she sounded farther away, as though the staff had moved her, but when I left tonight I saw her in the room next door to 330 as usual. [...]

[...] Margaret Bumbalo called, and left supper for me in the mailbox. [...]

[...] When I looked in on Jane at 10:30, thinking she’d want to get up, I found instead that she was sleeping heavily, with her knees and legs relaxed and “dumped” to her left in a more relaxed position than usual. I left her alone, then. [...]

[...] His mother’s death, the fact that you left your job, and his own growing understanding released him first in financial terms, because of an always latent knowledge and belief in the reality of abundance—his father did have abundance even while Ruburt believed in poverty as a child.

That, plus the need for money when you left Artistic, and the release from the fear, the belief, that welfare would take what he made. [...]

[...] The second one left me with strong feelings of joy and discovery, seemingly out of all proportion to the dream itself.

[...] As a result I was afraid to touch the radio again, or yank the cord, so I left it and went into my room, the living room. [...]

[...] I left at 1:20, after leaving a note on his desk at the office.

[...] When we left Jane left her favorite pocketbook behind; she did not realize this until sometime later. [...]

(We were not sure that Seth would have any data on Peggy Gallagher during the session, since we thought it possible she had left Washington, DC by now.

[...] It burned within a foot of my left hand. [...]

(At first the envelope test data left us at a loss, until memory began to work. [...]

[...] She also wore a small patch on her left elbow, which she’d knocked somehow — perhaps in hydro — so that it was quite sore.)

[...] Penny had left the door to 330 half open.)

[...] As we talked before I turned her on her left side, I said that I felt she still did not feel entirely free to walk, that something — some beliefs, or set of them — still held her back. [...]

[...] But naturally and left alone, any chemical upsets in the body will right themselves after the inner problems causing them are worked out through any of a variety of innate healing methods.

[...] The basic challenge not only is not faced, but is constantly denied the physical expression that, left alone, would bring about its natural solution.

[...] There are crisis points here as with many physical illnesses, and left alone an individual may well work through to his own solution.

Before Ruburt had the opportunity to turn your machine on, I was here and it was left to me to flip the switch.

[...] He has recently left our area of existence for another, and he has not yet sufficiently learned to operate within the new set of conditions. [...]

(At break, the Gallaghers left. [...]

[...] The left hand.

The left hand reference has to do with a finger, I believe. [...]

(The session climaxed with a very active dance by the table, as the three of us left our chairs and followed it about the rug. [...]

(During the past week Jane has made a spectacular improvement in the use of her right arm, with lesser but steady improvement in the left. [...]

[...] He can begin to try to feel greater strength now in the right arm, and all improvements on the right side are being picked up by the left.

Any panic he now recognizes having to do with time represents left-over old obsessions about the necessity to work with a time limit. [...]

[...] First my left foot felt somewhat elevated, then my left hand, and finally the entire left side of my body. This rather pleasant and definite feeling had good duration; at one time I felt as though I was turned to lie upon my right side, so that my left side was raised up. [...]

There has been the inner sense of a void to be filled, a fear of identity escaping and running outward—my cup runneth over, and there will be none of me left, you see. [...]

[...] There was a limp in the left foot that was there always in that existence. [...]

[...] She saw cultivated fields to the back and left of this building. [...]

[...] He came through for Jane, Tam and me after a small party was over, our guests had left and the three of us were alone. [...]

[...] Some of the passages of that book, I understood as I left my studio, described what I had just experienced. [...]

[...] Jane lay nude on her left side with the pillow between her legs. [...]

[...] After Dawn left Jane said she felt motion in her hips for the first time. [...]

[...] The turn onto her left side went easily. [...]

(The day was very warm — over 90 degrees — when I left for 330 this noon. [...]

[...] A new aide asked for tomorrow’s menu, which I’d left on the medicine tray in the hall, as usual. [...]

(Moreover, when JA tested me for glaucoma, my eye pressures checked out at 17 for the left and l6 for the right—a point or so better than last time, and midway in the normal range which ends at 25. [...] I left his office feeling surprised and pleased. [...]