“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Now Jane’s left hand began to move; it lifted and slapped lightly at her right hand, on the table, and did this repeatedly. [...]

[...] She said the left hand movements were weird to her, and felt subjectively “like a dead hand.” [...]

[...] At break now some of the people left the upstairs location, so it was quieter. [...]

Try sketching sometime with your left hand also. [...]

[...] When I pressed the main tendon/ligament under her left knee, I found it as taut and strong as steel — as usual. [...]

[...] As I propped her left leg with the pillow, I discovered that it would still move, for the tendons were still soft. [...]

The personality left, to return. [...]

Saturday afternoon he was five, not six, and for unforeseen reasons left alone for a mere ten minutes in a large house, circumstances being such that only for a brief time no one was present. [...]

[...] A portion of a stove had been left on; and though there was no danger of fire, the child was afraid of fire. [...]

[...] She spoke without wearing her glasses, but instead left them on the floor near where she had been sitting. [...]

[...] My book is finished so I will have plenty of energy left to deal with all of you, and to send you on whatever adventures you are willing to pursue—even our friend, Edgar, over here. [...]

[...] He appeared to stand right over my left eye, so that I had to “look up” to see him. [...]

[...] Then abruptly I felt my whole body swing headfirst to the left, then to the right, as though horizontally pivoted at the belly. [...]

[...] The symptoms, then, served to keep her at her desk over the years because she was afraid that if left alone she’d fly off somewhere and wouldn’t do anything.

[...] Near tears, she said that she didn’t have to get any worse when a new book comes out — what’s left? [...]

[...] After they left Seth and I had a discussion of moderate length. [...]

(After the Gallaghers left Seth and I continued to talk. [...]

(The Gallaghers left shortly after this. [...]

(Within perhaps fifteen minutes after the Gallaghers left, Seth did come through. [...]

[...] Exercises and heavy breathing—head and shoulders, left foot and right foot. [...]

(I left at 7:05, after our usual routine of Rescue Remedy Cream which we’d forgotten yesterday, for the first time—massage with Oil of Olay, a nap, supper, and the prayer. [...]

[...] In terms of air, water, how freely these are available to you, sunlight, even the abundance for example of emotional energy present in your friend who just left here, for he makes it available to you also, and gives of it freely. [...]

[...] Left alone and operating naturally, you can trust its spontaneous response. [...]

[...] The interruption tonight was not any kind of a shock to Jane; she left the trance state easily, although I noticed her eyes were very dark when they first opened. [...]

The object is the left shoe or slipper, purchased in a shop on a side street, directly off from a main street. [...]

[...] The hows and wherefores and the ultimate product were left to the inner self.

[...] This does not mean that all personalities who have left your plane are at the same level. [...]

[...] Everyone who has left your plane has developed as far as he can on your plane. [...]

[...] It would seem ludicrous to suppose that such a vital matter as breathing would be left to a subordinate and almost completely divorced poor-relative sort of a lesser personality.

[...] Her hands still bothered her also; she had taken off one ring at the start of the session but had left her wedding ring on; now she was trying to get that one off too, but without success.)

Dream 2—Don’t recall the beginning but it was in a huge amphitheater and there was a picture in great color on a giant screen to the left. [...]

[...] But the bacon goes through your physical system and the thoughts of emotion, left alone, will pass through your psychic system. [...]

[...] To my left (Brad)—we still have some work to do—and I will see to it that my friend Ruburt helps us in this matter. [...]

[...] You are left with vague idealized feelings of wanting to change the world for the better, for example — but you are denied the personal power of your own impulses that would otherwise help direct that idealism by developing your personal abilities. You are left with an undefined, persisting, even tormenting desire to do good, to change events, but without having any means at your disposal to do so. [...]

You would not have left your parents so far behind at that time, he felt, except on his behalf. [...]

Ruburt was terrified because his early efforts seemed to have left you nowhere. [...]

[...] This time he also called out each paragraph as he went along, and some of the other punctuation; to show Seth’s own sense of organization on such occasions, I’ve left a few of his instructions in place in the first three paragraphs.)

[...] Here, I wish to make it clear that this book⁴ will initiate a journey in which it may seem that the familiar is left far behind. [...]

[...] He left the guru to follow the doctor. [...]

Naturally, left alone, you will at various times spontaneously experience such states of grace or illumination, though you may not use those terms. [...]

(End at 11:55 p.m. “Now I’ve got all this energy left over,” Jane said, after quickly coming out of trance. [...]

I am left with gaps so huge

(“…the next thing I knew I was back in bed, but massive again, and for a moment frightened: My left hand, above me on the pillow, had turned into an eagle’s claw. [...]

(“Rob called me, then left to pick up the Monroes at the hotel. [...]