“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] A hefty security guard lifted Jane out of the car into a wheelchair. [...]

[...] In waking hours the communications system is more or less closed on the ego’s side, but in sleep the barriers are lifted and knowledge from the inner self has a freer flow.

Sometime after I came home from college in 1967, I first noticed that my right shoulder hurt when I lifted it up — classic bursitus symptoms, I’ve since learned. [...]

[...] The dream generated sufficient energy to lift Ruburt’s spirits and allow his normal enthusiasm to return in full force. [...]

(I then realized that I could go over the edge of the roof at the corner, where there was a drainpipe to use as a handhold, then reach down and save him by lifting him back up with one hand. [...]

[...] It is extremely difficult for a psychological structure to view itself, for in order to do so it must lift itself from the limitations and abilities of its own nature. [...]

[...] I seem to remember being able to see the soles of the feet, wrinkled and brown and without shoes, lifting after each stride. [...]

[...] At the same time, in an effort to build some mental bridges between the two parts of “Unknown” Reality, I’ve made it a point occasionally to lift something out of one volume for inclusion in the other, or at least to include that kind of reference.

The first Seth excerpt is in keeping with the idea of creating bridges between the two volumes of “Unknown” Reality by lifting something out of one for inclusion in the other. [...]

[...] Often, for example, he will think “Big deal—so I can lift one foot now a little better than I did yesterday.” [...]

[...] When I speak of responsibility, I speak of the cat’s responsibility to lift its tail or twirl its ear. [...]

[...] Very recently she had lifted it somewhat, and I saw that her eyes appeared to be slitted. [...]

[...] For a time the left hand also felt as though it were lifting out of itself in a doubled-up position. [...]

(Walking down to the garage at the appointed time, I saw the car still up on the lift. [...]

[...] My hands grew thick and fat upon the backs, as though they would lift out of themselves. [...]

[...] She lifted a hand.)

[...] If you ask “Is the world a better place to live because I live?” or “Have I helped the people in the world in any way?” or “Have I lifted men’s hearts or minds in any way?” or “Have I affected others for the better?” then those answers must be yes, and there is no better measure of true success. [...]

[...] Now much of the stability in your endeavor is also being provided by our other friend here (Virginia), for without the bedrock you would not find it as easy to lift one spiritual toe from the barren ground. [...]

[...] At the same time the dream generated sufficient energy to lift Ruburt and his moods from a slavery to physical events. [...]

[...] I was left feeling as though I might be lifted up and swept away.

[...] According to them, Seth would have to sort through blocks of electrical intensities in order to lift out individual bits of information.)

(Then something new: I had a brief rippling sensation down the center of my chest, as though once again I was trying to lift out of myself. [...]