“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Seth’s comments re war and probabilities evidently mean that in his view Jane and I have moved into a probable reality where nuclear war will not happen. [...]

[...] Now, he ordinarily moves about before he goes to work at his table, and takes less time to arrive here. [...]

[...] The children forgot that they can move through time as easily as through space.

(9:28.) Give us a moment… In those terms, thoughts move far quicker of course than viruses. [...]

[...] Jane was much relieved that I could move her, and surprised, but I had my doubts about being able to do that on a longer-term basis: I dared not endanger my own physical condition lest I be unable to take care of her otherwise, regardless of how poorly or with what ill grace I might do that. [...]

There is a relaxation going on, and a loosening between the hips and the legs, that causes other large muscles to hold back to maintain balance temporarily, to move more slowly to compensate for the unaccustomed looseness of other portions. [...]

[...] Jane said that as she held the envelope to her head she did not hear anything move within; nor did she shake the envelope, etc.

[...] Perhaps the motion referred to my moving the shaker as I put some pepper in the envelope, etc.

[...] You do not want to move into an overly friendly neighborhood. [...]

[...] It is highly important however that you move. [...]

This is a way of encouraging Ruburt’s physical spontaneity, for his emotions and body each together want to move at such times. [...]

You think in a more detailed fashion, or you begin from a more specific viewpoint, and then move outward toward concepts and large philosophical issues.

Painting or sketching outdoors for a while will aid you considerably in your ability to sense this inner unity, to see each natural object in its individualistic momentary majesty, and yet to realize that it is in one way a center through which all energy moves.

The seascape automatically suggests the energy that moves the ocean. [...]

[...] The right leg moved well. [...]

[...] There would be moving to a new location, perhaps, or doing something about the mail—answering labors each week. [...] I’m willing to do most anything, but our ideas here as yet are very vague, and I haven’t discussed with Jane yet whether she thinks a move would do any good, really.

[...] Not all of this is bad, of course, and I trust that here again Jane will gradually come to an accommodation with such responses, seeing them not as implied threats, but as true reinforcements of her abilities, which, as we have learned, really do have the power to move others in a variety, and often profound number of ways.

[...] I know that it is difficult to understand, but the challenge is one of growth, one that exists in a fashion because you have moved into an ever-expanding framework —but in an uneven course. [...]

[...] During this time Jane moved her arms and hands—which look better—and various other portions of her anatomy. [...]

[...] You can feel the muscles in your throat move, and if you are aware, you can perceive multitudinous reactions within your own body — actions that all accompany your speech.

As you become more proficient at using your conscious mind, then of course you examine the beliefs that surround you, even as you question and often move out of your native environment. [...]

[...] Or the hands might never move. [...]

(On September 25, 1972, the day of the 617th session in Chapter Three, I wrote a note describing how Jane and I had seen and heard geese flying south, in a spectacle both inscrutable and moving. [...]

[...] This does not mean that you do not meet with effects that appear evil, but as you each move individually through the dimensions of your own consciousness, you will understand that all seeming opposites are other faces of the one supreme drive toward creativity.

[...] Now she sat without moving perceptibly, her eyes closed, for two minutes. I got up and moved around, then sat down again.

[...] We merely want to change the direction in which it moves, or rather the direction in which some of its energy moves. [...]

[...] But by moving my arm, I discovered I could make this light wink on and off; it was simply red reflection from the candle. [...]

[...] Now Seth rather imperiously commanded us to move our little table over a few feet so that it faced the doorway to our bathroom. [...]

I am trying to give you an idea of the direction in which we will be moving. [...]

[...] Actually she moved about normally when she did get up. [...]