“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Ruburt’s legs activated themselves in rather strenuous fashion in bed. [...]

[...] This chair (indicated), being used to get from room to room, was at that point creative, and it got him involved in the household again, and greatly added to the exercise given the legs over the entire day, for sometimes he walked to the bathroom three times in the winter, but for the rest of the day his motion was most limited.

[...] The legs are lengthening; the knees are loosening, and the feet. [...]

The leg and thigh discomforts in bed are definitely the result of concentrated periods of muscular exercise. [...]

[...] [I’d begun to mow the grass.] Jane was waking—but she was in a surprisingly uncomfortable, “sore” state involving her legs and hips. [...] It was clear something had happened: Jane said her legs were more relaxed than they’d been in years—but at the same time they were so sore she was appalled. [...]

[...] 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. [...]

[...] In the past two weeks, however, in particular, there were periods when the arms and legs were both changing in their own fashions, so that Ruburt did not feel like walking, while he did feel like exercising. He had difficulty with this (left) leg, and became upset—but the back leg muscles were exercising themselves. [...]

[...] The arms and legs have been activated this week, the ankles and hands also. [...]

[...] When she called me for the session at 8:30, she showed me how she has picked up unaccustomed movement in her legs: She could raise her legs several inches higher—the right one the easiest—than she’d been able to do this morning; obvious signs that the changes were beneficial. Yet she couldn’t move her right leg to the side at all—“There’s no action there at all,” she said, “as though something’s blocking it.” [...]

(This afternoon, when I returned from running errands—paying state and federal taxes, etc.—Jane told me that she was having all kinds of “weird things” happening in her back and legs, as though various portions of her anatomy were loosening at uneven rates. [...] I woke up with my stomach bothering me, and Jane, half crying, with a continuing of the strange, intensified feelings of uncontrolled motion/extra-slow motion combined and manifested in her back and legs. [...]

The room: A green modernistic plastic chair with wooden legs. [...]

([The Gallaghers:] “There was a green modernistic chair with wooden legs in our room. [...]

[...] I could see the effort travel up her left leg into the hips and her belly. [...]

[...] Now there was a general movement of head, torso, legs and feet. [...]

[...] Once again she began noisily moving her head and torso from side to side—her best effort yet—the motion having repercussions in her belly and hips, legs and feet. [...]

[...] At times the table tipped up on two legs, then would poise there, seemingly balanced by itself. To our surprise we discovered that it required an active pressure from us to force the table back down to the floor so that all three legs made contact. [...]

[...] During all of this the table was active to a greater or lesser degree, making it impossible to prop up a leg, say, with a shoe, etc. [...]

[...] It described circles, balanced on one leg at a time, then two, in a regular rhythm. [...]

[...] But I had to, I explained, in order to be sure her chair legs cleared the table legs. [...]

[...] Her legs are swollen like tree trunks from the fluid that has collected in them; her toes are like sausages. [...]

[...] As I sit here writing this evening, her legs are fatter than ever. [...]

[...] So were her entire legs; the skin on them was stretched tight as a drumhead. [...]

[...] Trust in the body, for it is improving, and the feelings in the legs are caused by greater activity and circulation.

[...] Her lower legs swing back and forth perhaps four inches, so changes in the knee joints have occurred. [...]

[...] It is not a completed thing, like an arm or leg, but a relationship and a process. [...]

[...] He would have been impressed also with the greater obvious motion of his feet, the feelings of release in the legs now spreading to the back and shoulders.

[...] This time I suddenly “saw” a shorter left leg superimposed over my own flesh-and-blood leg of normal length. This new leg reached only to my knee but was complete with a foot and a knee as it stemmed from my hip. It could have been the leg of a dwarf.

Area top of legs (rear) felt looser.

[...] On the other hand, certain ligaments had been released in the right leg. They were beginning to come into greater activity, but the leg was not ready to bear the full weight he had to put upon it for the top stair.

[...] She doesn’t know if her body can fully recover, yet she really believes that she can straighten out her broken leg. I suggested that instead she realize that her good left leg is now in a position to straighten out. [...]

The legs are being released. [...]

(Jane is now showing signs of change in her legs, which we are most pleased about. [...]

[...] The legs and arms are lengthening, and becoming stronger. [...]

[...] If the arms can do what they’re doing, there’s no reason why such improvements won’t show up in the legs. [...]

[...] I also noticed that her right leg [broken above the knee] moves considerably easier these last couple of days.

It will be a good idea for you and he to begin gently (underlined) exercising the right knee and leg, through easy motions. [...]

[...] When I turned her on her side at about 4:50, and massaged her with Oil of Olay, I did as Seth had suggested—gently working her right leg back and forth several times. [...]

[...] This applies throughout the body, and is also responsible for the sensations in the legs and hips. [...]

[...] There is, in fact—though in a bent-over position—some considerable improvement and coordination in walking, as far as legs and arms are concerned. [...]

[...] I wasn’t aware of anything—my legs, my hips, my knees....”)

[...] It worked out well, but I lost time — and when I got to room 330 this afternoon, my legs were itching again. [...]

[...] She had been injured and suffered a relapse when she fell and twisted or pulled on some of the staples in her leg. [...]