“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The wind lifted

[...] 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. [...]

[...] Jane got blue over the hydro situation, the waiting, new people lifting her and not knowing how, etc. [...]

[...] At the same time, Jane while in trance lifted her right arm and swung it vigorously from side to side several times—something she couldn’t have done a week ago.)

[...] On occasion it will be helpful to lift or heighten the chair’s height as Ruburt changes, so think of small varieties of that nature—a different pillow for part of the day, for example, or whatever. [...]

(At one time all of my limbs felt as though they wanted to lift up out of themselves. The left arm especially felt as though it was stiff, and hinged at the shoulder so that it would lift up stiffly like a lever.

[...] He bowed his dark head for just a moment then lifted it, those soft eyes now … softer and harder at the same time; his hands moved in rhythm with the music; his whole body was a marvel of motion; shoulders, head, arms, chest — his whole trunk, responding to the music. [...]

[...] She said that when she was alone in hydro this morning she felt her right foot [of the broken leg] lift up spontaneously at the toes. [...]

[...] She lifted her head and shoulders off the bed, while her feet remained pretty quiet. [...]

[...] Beneath the surface of events you felt unfulfilled, and felt that you had great courage and abilities with never a chance to use them, and no “heroic” episodes then to rouse you to fuller understanding, and no real impetus to lift you or to bring excitement into your days. [...]

Who do I share this image with?
What ghost haunts this house?
I smile and reach for a cup of tea
And motions beyond my will begin.
My fingers move smoothly out
And lift the curving spoon.
With just the proper touch
They pick the china saucer up.
Yet I have nothing to do with this.
Who moves the cup? [...]

While I sleep and lie stretched out,
Eyelids closed and pupils dark,
Who walks wide-eyed downstairs
Through the door in the cold night air,
And travels where I have never been?
Who leaves clear memories in my head
Of people I have never met?
Who takes these trips while I
Never lift one inch from bed?
Who dreams?

[...] But visual interference was now lifting considerably.

(With those words understanding came quickly, although the effects didn’t lift that easily. [...]

(3:54.Jane lifted her left leg again, then her upper body—both moving in rhythm with each other. [...]

(The state had lifted after supper. [...]

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

[...] I didn’t believe I could lift the cup. [...]

[...] Rob asked me to lift a coffee cup with a normal gesture. [...]

[...] Yet Jane said that after I’d left last night her blueness had lifted almost magically, and she’d felt good and slept well. [...]

[...] Your LSD and similar drugs do to some extent lift the imprinting process, though never completely.

[...] Of itself it will not lift you out of the framework of the physical system, but merely allow you to see that system as it is. [...]

(Debbie helped me lift Jane up higher on her bed before leaving. [...]

[...] But inherent always, psychologically and biologically, there has been the possibility of a change in that pattern, an alteration that would effectively lift the race into another kind of weather.