“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Then she said her legs clamored for action exercises, so I massaged her left leg particularly. [...]

[...] I tried to step back into a world I had really left forever—a universe in which nothing existed except in physical terms, a world in which communications from any other realities or dimensions were impossible. [...]

Before I was twenty, then, I’d left behind me that archaic God, the Virgin, and the communion of saints. [...]

(Now Jane suddenly pounded her left fist on the table so hard that the cups and saucers and other objects jumped violently. [...]

(Even in trance Jane felt the effects of these blows, for as she continued to talk she rubbed her left hand. [...]

[...] Left alone, that concentration will naturally seek expression, amplification, and might result in, say, if you wanted it, some tours. [...]

In the more important ways you have left those frameworks, and your hearts were never in them. [...]

[...] Those who have left and survive, use thoughtwords but do not need to speak, though they may (underlined). [...]

(Just before we left on vacation on July 19, we received a copy of a letter from Dr. Bernard that he’d mailed to our publishers at Prentice-Hall.)

[...] That which knows itself, which experiences itself within many forms and yet knows itself as something apart from the total of its sums, that left-over, unexplainable remnant you see, can be thought of as original action, original consciousness, prime mover, or consciousness as distinct from its own creations, of which it is also part.

[...] Left alone, men are not murderers, though some may murder. [...]

(I’d left the house a little early this noon so that I’d have a bit of extra time to go up to room 522 at the hospital, to see if Joe Bumbalo was there — but he wasn’t. I made the trip again after leaving Jane, and this time found him. [...]

“Who left the room first, Jane and I or the images?” Rob asked.

“Not at all,” I said loftily, but I could see the faces of that couple in my mind still, and there were so many questions left up in the air. [...]

[...] A second later I was at her left side, having to go around the coffee table to reach her.

(“I don’t know whether he left me or not,” she said, “but suddenly I was me and all this was going on. [...]

The idea of the tainted subconscious, however, left man no such relatively easy way out. [...]

[...] Her beer was gone, but since I had a little left in my glass she reached over and helped herself.²)

[...] I also felt it to a lesser degree in my left hand. [...]

[...] I wish you both a most delightful spring evening, what there is left of it, and as always hesitate to end our session. [...]

It was from the beginning necessary not only that Ruburt’s abilities be developed, but also that Ruburt’s ego not be left in the dark.

(I then began to feel an enlargement in both of my hands, and in the left side of my face as it lay upon the pillow. [...]

[...] Those of you who have left organized religions may feel relatively free from what you consider to be the adverse connotations of original sin and the like. [...]

(Once again the day was quite warm — 40 degrees by the time I left for 330. [...]

(The temperature was about 33 degrees as I left for 330. [...]

[...] At first you encountered a concentration of old beliefs that had already unraveled, causing you to move, yet physically were left to tangle for a while. [...]

Jane’s consciousness had left her sleeping body in the bedroom and traveled to her writing room at the back of the house. [...]

As I told you a while back, Ruburt is left with body beliefs. [...]

[...] Now when you use all of your energy to manipulate in the physical reality there is little left to form such images. [...]