“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(9:10 P.M. Jane began her own dictation before tonight’s session by saying that as she’d typed her statements yesterday [for Appendix 4] she would “get glimpses” of some of the concepts Seth was going to talk about in “Unknown” Reality — yet they would immediately vanish from her consciousness, so that all she had left was the knowledge that she’d experienced the insight.

When Ruburt left the Church, the concept of the Sinful Self was still there, but the methods that earlier served to relieve its pressures were no longer effectively present. [...]

[...] He was still left, however, with the beliefs in the Sinful Self, and carried within him many deep fears that told him that self-expression itself and spontaneity were highly dangerous. [...]

[...] I found it while cleaning up after company had left, and decided to use it for an experiment. [...]

[...] I have the impression of a swift, perhaps sudden turn to the left, I believe in an automobile at an intersection. [...]

[...] Today, for example, her left side, leg and knee were all moving in unaccustomed, more flexible ways, she reported, thus affecting her walking. [...]

[...] At its beginning I wrote about the soreness Jane was experiencing throughout the left side of her body. [...]

[...] There are times, according to the changes occurring, when naturally it would not walk, say, for a good part of the day, and often left alone, it might suddenly want to exercise new positions. [...]

[...] The left leg has straightened further, so now the right side is newly stimulated to stretch some more. [...]

[...] The object came into being when Doug, who is 14 years old, was showing me how he writes left-handed. [...]

[...] Don left a sealed envelope, prepared to my instructions, with me, but I did not plan to use it for this evening’s experiment. [...]

[...] As stated he was trying to show me how he writes left-handed.

[...] First, feeling of imbalance, as if head was tilting to one side, the left, causing my eyes to feel as though they shifted to lower left. [...] It reached my upper left arm, which ached with cold. [...]

[...] She did not realize this until later, she said, when she was delivering other material, and so did not mention it until after John had left. [...]

[...] It began to smoke, and John left his chair to turn it over. [...]

[...] Then a shouting voice, unrecognizable and quite loud off to my left as I lay on the bed, woke me with a start and snapped my head in that direction. [...]

[...] That implies another kind of multipersonhood, however, one actually allowing for the fulfillment of many abilities of various natures usually left unexpressed. [...]

[...] Her rocker had crept three feet to her left.

[...] My mother didn’t speak to me or look directly at me; like the others, she faced just past my left shoulder.

[...] You shouldn’t ever have left it....” [...]

[...] The temperature was 60 degrees when I left for 330. [...]

[...] Her right leg, doubled up as it is, keeps pushing her toward her left, tipping her awkwardly.

Carol left the physical class (early), but still participated at that other level of reality in the entire proceeding. [...]

[...] As I did so she showed me a new motion with her right arm: now she could lift it higher from the shoulder as she lay on her back, and then reach farther across her body and up toward her left shoulder—something she hasn’t been able to do before today. [...]

[...] In the meantime the pesty fleas continued their household tyranny and all of this was somehow wrapped around a ribbon of excitement as we watched the Democrats and Republicans battle on the news just before we left for our respective work rooms.

[...] The poison was, after all, left as evidence. [...]

[...] Tam left Prentice-Hall for other employment in 1982; he became my agent after Jane’s death in 1984. [...]

[...] The lady left, and I hurriedly inserted the last few screws while the door stayed open. [...]

[...] Opening off the road to the left like a series of steps are short, level sidestreets upon which I often run late at night. [...]

[...] But in ordinary terms, even if my wife’s death has left me more open and vulnerable to psychic possibilities, I still shrink from offering any sort of blanket assurance. [...]

[...] She held the book in her right hand, and used many gestures with her left hand that were unlike her usual mannerisms. [...]

[...] She said she was subjectively aware of the gestures she executed with her left hand, yet she felt the hand was not really hers at the time. [...]

[...] I sat beside him and saw more of the left side of Jane’s face, and Peggy from her position was looking at the right side of Jane’s face. [...]

(Bill’s ulcer was still not bothering him, and he was still free of symptoms at 1:20 AM when Peggy and he left for home. [...]

[...] I paid him, and both of us joked with him for a minute or two before he left. [...]

(In my upper left field of vision I then saw a note that was handwritten in possibly dark pencil. [...]

[...] My own fears left me seeing visions of a drastically changed relationship between us, and a different life-style, one probably considerably less private if she needed nursing care, say, “What are you trying to do to me?” I demanded, and so forth. [...]

[...] The thing that has left me distraught, nearly broken-hearted, is to see her in such a progressively poor physical situation as the years have passed. [...]