“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He can only move, and he can only choose therefore to move, physically speaking, in certain directions in space and time. [...]

[...] This is followed by the desire to move. [...]

[...] He must want freedom as strongly as before he wanted to repress it, and this is in the direction in which he is now moving.

[...] The pointer began to move.)

[...] Can you move it an inch or two?”)

(Jane saw me bent over with my right hand moving, either writing or drawing. [...]

[...] I saw many similar situations evolve and resolve themselves, involving my parents, the Martins, and a few other couples who moved in the same circle.

[...] It would be a very poor move.

[...] I had no memory of actually leaving my body and moving into the bathroom.

[...] I knew my physical legs couldn’t move that freely, although they are in good shape. [...]

[...] I stopped snoring at once, but didn’t move. [...]

[...] The body wants to move. [...]

[...] You did not allow yourself to be moved by people to the extent that Ruburt sometimes did. [...]

Sleeping five hours or so—for Ruburt, in any case—right now is good, because his body wants to move by then, and soreness and irritability begin toward morning as a rule for that reason and at this stage.

[...] Habitual muscle strain is involved, that smothers joints and does not give them room to move.

[...] Then her left foot, then the left arm and the right foot moved. [...]

[...] Jane’s left foot and leg began moving so much. [...]

[...] From my position they appeared to be closed, but from the confident manner in which she moved about the room I thought she could see a little at least.)

The physical organism itself then, even as you know it, exists and moves and reacts and influences, and is influenced by, many fields or planes of actuality; and its existence as you know it in your universe is determined by and dependent upon its existence within other fields, of which man is still intellectually ignorant.

[...] She was much more dissociated than when she paced about the room with her eyes open, she said, and also in a deeper state than when she was moving about with her eyes shut part of the time.

[...] To put this as simply as possible, it is not so much that they move through space, as that they use space to move through. [...]

(“Let’s move on to the other question then, about the doctor from Cornell.”)

[...] To move, the protoplasm must necessarily move the whole thing.

[...] Yet the protoplasm must conform to its environment — in this case the amoeba’s ‘body,’ which can only move as a unit when directed by the individualistic need to react to stimuli.

[...] And—my eyes looked good enough so that I didn’t need to hide them with sunglasses; anyhow they are much better—in the last day or so they’re easier, I can feel them move easier.

The third time we tried it, the little pointer finally began to move beneath our fingertips. [...]

[...] But we were much more interested in finding out what made the pointer move than in the messages it gave.

[...] Then suddenly the pointer began to move so quickly that we could hardly keep up with it.

[...] If there are spirits, they must have better things to do than going around moving Ouija boards.”

Next, at Jim’s request we visited the apartment house at 458 West Water Street that Jane and I had lived in when we moved to Elmira from Sayre in I960. [...] Some years after we had moved out, the apartment house was painted a garish green, a color that was quite out of keeping with all of the other houses in the neighborhood. [...]

My parents lived briefly in Elmira, and then moved to Sayre in 1923 after having traveled to California. Hardly strange, then, that I found work as an artist in Elmira, and that Jane and I moved there in 1960, five years after our marriage. [...]

[...] It will also be rather unorthodox—more like a series of conscious and unconscious reminiscences and free associations, moving back and forth in time as I approach sets of ideas from various angles while seeking to learn more about my wife even now, 18 years after her death. [...]

[...] She came to Elmira with me after I’d begun working for the greeting-card company, Artistic, to look for a place for us so we could move from Sayre and save the time and expense of commuting 30 miles a day, five days a week. [...]

(Jane was uncomfortable, up to her shoulders on two full chucks, propped and wedged so she couldn’t move. [...]

[...] I also understood as we talked that when Jane’s grandfather had wanted to move out of the house on Middle Avenue, he had sold all the furniture and had the utilities turned off. [...]

[...] Rob moves my favorite rocker in. [...]

Without moving my physical body and with my physical eyes closed, I reached over and checked my dream book, finding that the page was blank. [...]

[...] I completely forgot that she had moved. [...]

[...] Simply try to get out of bed without moving the body and go into another room.

[...] When you cross a room you are forced to admit that you have caused yourself to cross the room, even though consciously you have no idea of willing the muscles to move or of stimulating one muscle or another; and yet even there, though you admit these things, you do not believe them. In your quiet unguarded moments you still say who breathes, who dreams, and even who moves? [...]

[...] She was moving about faster than ever before; so much so that I began to think it might be extremely fatiguing if she kept it up.)

But since it is so difficult for man to even recognize the self that moves his own muscles and breathes his own breath, then I suppose it should not be startling that he cannot realize that this whole self also forms the camouflage world of physical appearance, in almost the same manner that he forms a pattern with his breath upon a glass pane.

You, or the part of you that you are pleased to call yourself, refuse to admit as part of yourself the “I” that is aware of every breath you breathe, every move you make, and every dream that you dream. [...]

You do not understand as yet, however, that in a way you can move through time as you move through space — and until you understand that, you will not know the meaning of a true journey, or be able to thoroughly explore any planet — or any reality, including your own.

[...] When you journey on the earth you move around the outside of it. [...]

[...] (Pause.) That beam of energy is as strong and real as a beam of steel, though it moves faster than a beam of light.

[...] You have confidence in your ability to move through space, so you might then explore the terrain that you could not see from your original landing point. [...]

The old man changed probabilities, you see, moving into another, and your thought patterns deal with probabilities all the time, at one level, as your c-e-l-l-s (spelled) do at another—so perhaps that will help you see more clearly the connections between health and illness, and the directions that your thoughts take.

[...] and the front of the amphitheater moved so that a ledge lowered to meet her so she could make it safely to the stage. [...]