“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] This portion is either simply impatient, and perhaps not trusting of the snail’s pace at which we seem to move, or it doesn’t even know that a return home is imminent. [...]

[...] I am pleased to see that he moves about in the chair more and more. That intent to move further activates the body, and sends impulses through it, for it knows it is meant to move about on two feet. [...]

(“I began to move it from the outside, slowly, like a marionette But then I didn’t like it, because it seemed to be in a wheelchair. [...]

(Jane’s head moved rhythmically from side to side very slightly as she sat slumped in her rocker, eyes closed. [...]

[...] When Jane got up she didn’t seem to move about the room any faster. [...]

[...] In your terms many of these particles making up such constructions do move faster than the speed of your light.

[...] Now in certain dreams and out-of-body experiences, your own consciousness moves faster than the speed of light, and under such conditions you are able to perceive some of these other forms of “mass or matter.”

[...] These begin to slow down at a rhythmic rate toward the peripheries, in your terms over great distances, until actually the outside slower particles to some extent imprison the center masses even though they move much more quickly, but within a confined area.

[...] Slowly the pointer began to move.)

(This answer was spelled out on the board, whereas the previous yes and no answers had been indicated by the pointer moving to the words printed on the board.

(As mentioned before, most words of the above message were followed by the pointer moving to the word yes on the board. [...]

[...] It developed that Jane wouldn’t mind moving—a thought she’s mentioned before, and some time ago. [...]

[...] It looked strange indeed to see my wife’s limbs moving like that. [...]

[...] It’s easier now for me to get the oil inside her clenched right hand, and I can feel the fingers move. [...]

You are correct: the body itself wants to move normally, and becomes more and more able to do so. [...]

[...] The left foot moved once in a while, the right one seemed quiet comparatively. [...]

(“I get that velvet feeling in my shoulders when they move like that,” she said. [...]

[...] When as last night it is sore, it is because it wants to move. [...] So despite the habits built up at such times, he is to get up and move about. [...]

[...] He was telling her that they must move. [...] At the same time I saw in my mind’s eye a picture of the house into which she would move. [...]

Immediately she told me that her husband had called her two days previously to tell her that they must move. [...] Anna said that she was terribly embarrassed since they had to move quickly, and she wouldn’t have time to give the proper notice.

[...] Each of my own precognitive dreams made a significant impression on me at the time and represented proof that I was moving in the right direction. [...]

[...] You moved here, and then moved back to Boston.

[...] I take all portions of myself into any particular state of consciousness, and I enter various states of consciousness somewhat in the same manner that you can move from one physical country to another.

[...] As shipping increased the docks moved southward to take in the area near the church.

[...] The other, or later location, was a socially better one by contrast, but you did not move in the best circles by any means. [...]

[...] As we move toward door shadows, almost same, I see one woman carrying Rob’s landscape (the one in our bedroom) pushing it ahead of her. [...]

[...] Body really wanted to move all around, hips stretching, legs, and so forth. [...]

[...] Jane did experience feelings of panic when she moved from her chair to the bed, and on another occasion. [...]

Fresh input was also necessary for Psychic Politics in the beginning, and so were all of the moving episodes.

[...] Normal legs do not —they change with each step, and his are beginning now to move as they should.

[...] He feared for a while, again, that it was not possible for him to walk properly or move normally. [...]

[...] I felt somewhat better all over this AM....mentally more ambitious or something and moved to back patio studio. [...]

[...] Your camouflage patterns can be likened to the patterns cast by sun and shadow upon the ever-moving waves. [...] By plunging into our ocean of value climate you can dive beneath your camouflage system and look up to see it, relatively foundationless, floating above you, moved, formed and directed by the shifting illusions caused by the wind of will, and the force of subconscious concentration and demand.

[...] She learned instead that a week or so previously Miss Callahan’s relatives had moved her to a rest home. [...]

[...] She remained at the desk for a few minutes, then moved over to our living room window.

[...] Without going into all the details about Seth, Jane learned from Miss Dineen that in the middle of that week, which would be on April 15, Miss Callahan’s condition became so bad that hospital officials insisted she be moved to a rest home as soon as possible. [...]

(I told Jane of my dream of the night before last, in which she and I and Leonard Yaudes — who had been our downstairs neighbor at 458 — moved into an apartment together at 458. [...]

(“What do you think of the dream I had, about Leonard, Jane and me moving back to 458 West Water Street?”)