“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

And while I speak to you, my lungs
Rise and fall behind breastbones,
Fill their secret tissue mouths
With the air that swirls in this bright room.
They breathe for me the very breath
Upon which all I am depends,
Yet I do not know how this is done.
Who is this ghost,
This other one?
Who moves the lung? [...]

[...] Ruburt picked up the connection with the mouth, you see.

You put those words in your own mouth. [...]

[...] Jane told me that Joseph, representing my own entity, smiled broadly at her in a way the painting actually doesn’t. The expression in the eyes changed first, the smile spreading from them down to the mouth. [...]

[...] Is there any taste in your mouth? [...]

Here the great army of the integers vanishes into the mouths of the quadrants, and the destruction of the previous functions of the integers is accomplished. [...]

[...] During half-waking periods I was conscious of my lower jaw continually dropping, so that I sat with my mouth gaping open in a most uncharacteristic manner. [...]

[...] / [yet] with fierce / mouth and eyes /
half alive. [...]

[...] / The voice is clearer now /
until it sounds / from my own mouth / (vibrant, loud) /
no longer distant. [...]

[...] Once again, Bill Gallagher reiterated that he thought he detected a change in Jane’s features, particularly about the mouth.)

[...] Theodore observed it would be good to hear about it straight from the “horse’s mouth. [...]

[...] A week or so ago Jane had a dream in which she saw Bill with his mouth full of blood. [...]

[...] (She would terrify the young Jane by stuffing cotton in her mouth and pretending she’d committed suicide, for example.) Jane also spent time in a strictly run Catholic orphanage. [...]

[...] It was quite clear, especially about the eyes, nose and mouth; and later I realized that I had been “seeing” it for at least a few moments, almost absent-mindedly, before I understood what was happening.

[...] She said: “I did seem to see him standing with his mouth open in a characteristic pose, with a drink in his hand.” [...]

She hardly got the words out of her mouth before Seth interrupted her. [...]

[...] But because you did not hear sound with your ears, you panicked and formed the image of mouths that could not speak. [...]

[...] “This does not mean that I use Ruburt as a puppet, and stuff his mouth with tapes as a recorder, that you are always listening to replays, or that emotionally I am not always with you in sessions. [...]

(As she ate Jane said, “The noises in my mouth are real loud — you’re not used to it.” [...]

Since we are on the subject I suggest that Ruburt wash his mouth four times a day, for at least a week, with salt water. [...]

[...] The one in my vision was a thin man in shirt sleeves, perhaps in his late thirties, with thick straight brown hair combed straight back, a thin very friendly face with a generous mouth. [...]