“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(As the sound of the siren began to fade, my old familiar sensation that Seth has called the feeling of sound, swept over me quite strongly from head to toe—the rich tingling, the deep thrilling internally; I felt as though I might be lifted up; this feeling is very pleasant and sensuous now that I am no longer alarmed by it.

[...] In other words, a dream may begin to transform the physical environment through lifting inner expectation.

[...] Jim T. reported that this afternoon, upon being invited to attend a session by Jim B., he felt his scalp distinctly crawl on three separate occasions; lifting up as though it would detach itself. [...]

[...] If the cultural limitations were lifted this would at least be of some benefit.

[...] He discusses the fact that although he is recovered from a heart attack of last year, he cannot lift over 20 pounds, and must take a 2-mile walk each day. [...]

[...] Went up curb on Church St.; beyond doubt it took no effort at all; the usual effort you feel in lifting feet for steps. [...]

[...] Instead, as Mary lifted the cover of the pad, holding the pad out for Jane and me to see, we saw that the top page was covered by a lovely large floral pattern of leaves and flowers, as one might see on bedsheets these days. [...]

[...] Her arms lifted like wings, her hair was very pretty. [...]

[...] But I saw the soles of the man’s feet, wrinkled and brown and, yes, without shoes, lifting after each stride. [...]

[...] There were several verbal skirmishes in the course of the evening, stemming from the suspicions of the three women that Bill, Don and I might be faking the lifting of the table the first couple of times we tried it. [...]

[...] This immediately lifts your own self-image, and prepares you for the day. [...]

[...] It was like a magnified tingling, or thrilling, suffusing the whole body, flooding up my legs into the abdominal and chest cavities; I was left feeling as though I might be lifted up and swept away. [...]

[...] We could hear the automobiles swooshing across the new Walnut Street Bridge that lifted gracefully over the Chemung River, less than a quarter of a block from our apartment house; it had been raining earlier this evening and the traffic noise was softened. [...]

[...] Several major steps must follow, all of them on an enormous scale: the lifting of the 160-ton metal “head,” or cap, of the reactor; the removal of the upper plenum assembly, the 55-ton mechanism which makes possible the raising and lowering of fuel control rods into the 100-ton reactor core, thus regulating the intensity of its nuclear reactions; and eventually, the difficult piece-by-piece removal of the damaged core itself. [...]

[...] After a few minutes, her right hand lifted to her glasses. [...]

[...] Now she lifted it to show Bill and me. [...]

[...] (Loudly, then whispering so softly that I could barely hear:) This book will, then, be devoted to the nature of the great sweeping emotional, religious, or biological events that often seem to engulf the individual, or to lift him or her willy-nilly in their power.

‘My bursting out of the elevator car, which was lifting me toward the house on the roof of the hospital building, and a new reality, is a close thing as I force my way free. [...]

[...] Instead, she had felt her body in the chair lift most convincingly toward the ceiling…. [...]

[...] I’ve made things for her before.² Recently she had been having trouble comfortably lifting her hands high enough to reach her typewriter as it sat upon either the oak table in her writing room, or upon her standard metal typing table. [...]