“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

You did not feel until recently that you were moving ahead in your work. The two ideas combined. The act of moving means leaving and beginning. While you were at Artistic you both used that as an excuse. All of your attitudes will come into focus as you decide to move, and when you move. That is, I think, enough for you both this evening, so I bid you a fond good night.

It seemed to him that you were always going to leave your job one day and paint, but that day never came and the two of you were going to move one day, but that day never came, so he forced the one issue. In Florida he thought seriously of living there to make a move, but nothing came of it. Your discussion this evening at the table about finances led him deeper into those feelings he tries so hard to avoid. Here he was doing better than ever, with more money in the offing, and to what purpose? Nothing would ever change. He could not keep up financially, much less think of moving, so put it ahead in the future again.

Each person responds far more to the environment, that they also create, than is realized. The reason why moving often helps, and sometimes does not, is fairly obvious. A good move physically represents an inner change that then seeks a new environment in which it is materialized.

Without understanding however you can simply project all the problems. In your case a move would have such drastic connotations, and be so symbolic, that its beneficial nature is assured. Your not moving symbolically represents your not doing many things—your not facing many issues.

[...] She did especially well with her head and right arm, then the feet began to move. [...] Then all of her toes began to move to various degrees. [...] Groaning and straining, making hoarse sounds of effort, she began to struggle to move her whole body. [...] “The whole body is trying to move,” I said, “as though you’re trying to move it in a dream.” [...]

[...] I took her cigarette and ashtray away before she knocked them flying with her rapidly moving hand. I had a sense that the arm was moving almost by itself, somewhat uncoordinated, as if searching for its role with the body, or relearning for itself what it was for, what it could do. [...]

[...] She began moving about on the bed. [...]

[...] She began lifting her head and upper torso, moving it from side to side, with new motion and considerable success. [...]

(After staff had taken her vitals—temperature 96—Jane’s feet started moving. [...] Her head and shoulders moved a little. [...]

[...] I tried to move her right foot down a bit, to make her more comfortable, but it wouldn’t go. [...] At the same time, Jane almost cried as the right leg tried to move. [...]

[...] Jane’s left leg moved back and forth sideways, opening up at the groin. Her right leg suddenly started moving sideways also—but only a little comparatively. [...]

[...] But I had to take her cigarette away when her hips began moving. [...] “It’s all right,” she said again and again to her right leg as it tried to move also. [...]

[...] Her shoulders raised and moved better also. Jane was moving her arms and hands to some extent during lunch. Her toes have been moving also, she said. [...]

[...] At her request I put my finger on a certain spot high up on the back of Jan’s head, where the muscles from the neck join the skull—and suddenly her head began to flop forward then jerk backward at an almost alarming rate, so fast did it move. [...] She couldn’t imagine moving faster under any circumstances. [...] She talked again about how good it felt to move her head that way. [...]

[...] Now Jane’s feet and ankles began to move in rhythm—just as though she were pedaling a bicycle, she said—and as she grunted and groaned with the effort the feet began to easily move the fastest I’ve seen them do yet. [...]

[...] “The first time I could move them,” Jane said. [...] “They definitely moved in a new way for the first time.” [...]

[...] More flexing of that leg—I could see the muscles in it moving clear up to the hips. By now Jane was starting to utter cries and to breathe quite heavily as she moved. [...] The left leg moved, particularly at the hip, again. [...] Now her right leg began moving more sideways to the right. [...]

[...] Now her left leg started moving sideways at a rapid pace. [...] Crying, she moved her head and shoulders against the pillow, back and forth. [...]

[...] After getting her eye drops from Lorrie, Jane’s left leg started moving, her foot rotating up in the air a couple of inches. “The impetus comes all the way up into the thigh now,” Jane said, and I could see the thigh muscles moving, tensing and relaxing. [...]

(After getting her drops at 4:15, Jane began a series of movements with her head and shoulders, her left leg, then ended up moving her torso from side to side. [...]

(Now Jane moved her arms, one at a time. In hydro this morning she said that she’d very gently moved her feet enough so that she could feel her “bicycle effect.” It’s not so easy to move her arms, though—the litter is very narrow and she has to watch her balance. [...]

[...] She wanted to move, she said. [...] “Safe and nice,” she kept repeating to herself, breathing hard and grunting and groaning as the leg moved up and down somewhat. [...]

[...] While I worked on mail her left foot came up again—a good three inches this time, as she grunted and her head moved against the pillow. [...] She was afraid, again, that if she was moving strongly or something like that, that she wouldn’t be able to turn it off right away if someone came in. [...]

[...] He does feel it when his foot moves as it did this afternoon, or when other portions of his body move easily and automatically. [...]

(At 4:05 I took away her ashtray from her belly because her right arm needed the room to move. “And when it wants to move, it wants to move,” Jane said. [...] “When everything gets moving like that,” Jane said, as far as the motion goes, it has its own impetus.” [...]

[...] The left foot moved also. [...]

[...] She was through with it by 3:22, and five minutes later her feet began moving a bit. [...]

[...] Different motions were involved in the foot, and I could see the muscles in her left leg moving with the effort. [...]

(At 3:05–3:20, Jane began moving several parts of her body at once—shoulders, both feet, rotating both arms and hands. [...] Then her head began to turn upon the column of her neck upon her shoulders as they moved in rhythm. Finally, I told Jane, she had so much moving at once I didn’t know what to look at first. [...]

(At 3:05, as I write these notes, both of Jane’s feet are moving as she lies on her back. [...] I see her toes moving in a way like they haven’t for many months. [...]

(Jane was still moving parts of herself at 3:30—a very good workout indeed, easily the best I’ve seen her do since she came into the hospital last April 20. When she began moving her left foot again, she could feel the motion travel up her leg, through the knee, into the hip and the groin, then on toward the shoulder on that side of her body. [...]

[...] Her shoulder moved better than ever—and now the right one attained an ease of movement equal to the left. Her jaw dropped and moved from side to side. [...]

[...] Her head and shoulders began moving. [...] The feet moved in rhythm. Most parts moved. [...]

(Then for the first time after supper, after I’d read the prayer with Jane and was getting ready to leave, she said she felt that her body wanted to move some more. [...] I said that was an excellent sign, for it showed the body was starting to move out of its safe schedule of doing movements at just one time of the day. [...] “I suppose such a move was inevitable,” I said, “and we should be damned glad of it....” [...]

[...] Her head and shoulder moved actively sideways—good motions, with her left leg pumping up and down. [...]

[...] Her right foot moved in sympathetic motion, too. [...]

A comparable attitude as the one you have would run this way: “I am sure I am going to move, but there is no house in front of me to move into, so obviously no such house exists.” [...]

I told you that you would be faced consciously with many attitudes that you had put into the background, when you decided to move, so Ruburt has been meeting some of his own. [...]

Concentration in other areas, as you suggested, is the answer now while you made definite efforts in the moving direction. [...]

[...] Everything I gave you last time applies, and it also shows him that you are willing to move in other areas also.

(I’d instantly understood the import of what she was saying—that here her body had within itself all the time that fantastic ability to move. So why wasn’t she moving? [...] But I found it ironic indeed that that capacity was there, while on conscious levels we were trying to move an inch at a time, when we could do so by leaps and bounds as far as the body’s abilities and willingness were concerned. [...]

[...] That Seth was right: The body was perfectly willing to move, and knew how to do so, if it was allowed to do so. “Maybe it was my ulcers that kept me from moving all that time,” she said.

[...] I thought it was from its recent moving, after such a long period of inactivity. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s intent was so strong to move away from the lighted cigarette that he ignored all impediments, and his unconscious mind beautifully followed his conscious mind’s intent. [...]

[...] Left foot, head, moving gently. “My right leg is moving, but I guess you can’t even tell by looking at it,” she said. [...] She lifted her left leg and moved the foot. “When the right foot moves, the right ankle, then I stop,” Jane said. [...] She moved her head and torso up off the bed a bit, then groaned: “That right foot tried to come up off the bed.” [...]

[...] Her left foot was moving. I told her that it was safe for her to move after I left—that is, when she was alone, I’d pulled up the guardrails, so she was in no danger of falling out of bed, etc. [...] It was another sign of the body’s willingness to move at any time, I thought.

[...] He had to be shown what to do, nor did he know how to move her. In spite of it all things went well, Jane said, though “they” ran the water more heavily than the old staff members did, and Jane said she couldn’t try to move her feet as easily with the increased pressure of the water. [...]

[...] But the fact that she’d moved onto her right side at all was a help, I said, another step along the way. [...]

[...] You had moved so often in the past you were afraid of making a false move, and so you chose to make no move at all. [...]

[...] Now you are both afraid of making a move, but it is much easier for Ruburt to adopt the physical symptoms of immobility, because of his own background. [...]

[...] Both of you have refused to come to grips with it and have been afraid of making any physical moves, or upsetting the apple cart. [...]

[...] He has therefore never pushed you really to make a change since that time, and has pushed such ideas away from him, although he feels that the longer you stay at Artistic the more unhappy you will be; and there is also in him, and in you, a fear of making a move in physical terms. [...]

You did not feel free to move. [...] You are each now ready to move.

[...] He is ready to move. [...]

Your move will be easy because your decisions are made.

(Jane and I learned later that indeed on this day Miss Callahan had behaved so erratically at the hospital [throwing things, screaming, struggling, etc.] that her relatives were notified she must be moved, since the hospital could not furnish 24-hour care. On April 18 Miss Callahan was moved to a local rest home, the Town House.

[...] A friend helped him move it out to the garage; then on Monday, May 18, I helped him move Miss Callahan’s divan into his apartment.

(In the meantime, Miss Callahan’s relatives moved her and her nurse into her apartment on Saturday afternoon, May 16. The move from the rest home was made quietly, and though we did not see Miss Callahan at the time, we learned she appeared to be much improved over her earlier condition.

(I then saw very clearly in my upper center field of vision an open, full-lipped and sensuous pair of red and feminine lips, with a triangular kind of tongue moving between them. [...]

[...] At times she did move her left leg and foot fairly well, however, and had lesser indications in her right foot. [...]

Let my body move with gladness,

How I move with nature

as it moves with me. [...]

[...] Her right foot started moving also. Then her head and shoulders began moving against the pillow and mattress. [...]

[...] After a cigarette Jane’s left foot began moving quite freely at the ankle in a new way. [...] Her right leg, which hadn’t moved much, felt “hotter than hell inside.” [...]

[...] The right foot moved and she began thrashing her body from side to side. [...]

[...] When my eyes are closed it feels like that left knee is way up in the air, and I can feel the impetus in the right leg to move. [...]

(10:15.) He is correct: Frank should invite the muscles to move, assure them that they can through gentle manipulation. [...] Ruburt wants his legs to move better. He does not want them to hurt when they move more.

(10:15.) Now you moved, again, to a new place. At first you encountered a concentration of old beliefs that had already unraveled, causing you to move, yet physically were left to tangle for a while. [...]

[...] The early tensions of moving in here, mentioned just above, and his worries about inspiration, are past; just. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s muscles can move easier, now. [...]

[...] She began to move her left arm and hand quite freely. [...] Quite obviously, her hips and legs moved. [...]

[...] After her cigarette Jane began to groan and writhe on the bed, her head, torso, legs and feet all moving. Even her eye muscles moved, she said. [...]

[...] She began a generalized motion of her whole body, lifting her head and upper torso off the bed and moving them from side to side. [...]

[...] At the same time her feet began to move in a distinct rhythm with the sideways head movements. [...]

[...] Jane told me that in hydro this morning she’d felt new movement in her right leg—the broken one—that it both tried to move more, and to straighten out more. [...]

[...] Feet moving—both sets of toes—a bit. [...]

[...] She’s moving up to the 5th floor. [...]

He is right: the leg did move better this morning as he lay on the litter after hydro. [...]