“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane got up for a cigarette, moving cautiously. [...]

Vitality and joy and creativity move through you all spontaneously if you (underlined) do not set up barriers in terms of preconceptions and conditions; and all your desires will be met, but never when you set them up as conditions for your existence. [...]

[...] They often happen when she moves her left arm, she said—the two sort of working in tandem. [...]

[...] The scanty news from their meeting seems to be that matters are moving in “the right direction.”

(Jane also reported that twice within the past two days she had received “flashes” in the third person, to the effect that our bed, temporarily in the living room, should be moved to my empty studio in the back of the apartment if we are still here next winter. [...]

When you are tired we will break, or you may move about the room, Joseph. [...]

[...] Added to this is his strong domestic feelings now as a woman; and this, my dear Joseph, explains the incredible amount of furniture movings in which you have been involved.

I have told you many times that your consciousness is not stationary, but ever-moving and creative, so that each of you through your life moves through your psyche. [...]

[...] I don’t remember Seth discussing such “probable” possibilities in just that way, especially, and they would be much too involved to go into here, but I’ve often felt that some of our probable selves move into realms of being that are literally incomprehensible to us, so different — alien — are they and their environments from our usual conceptions of “solid” physical existence.

[...] Clowning around, she moved into the doorway, into the exact spot in which, Bill said, Seth’s apparition was appearing. [...]

[...] As she spoke to us, her jaw became more square in outline against her long black hair; her nose enlarged, her mouth acquired heavier and wider lips as they moved with her speech, and her neck thickened. [...]

(I then asked Jane to move a few inches forward. [...]

[...] The actual moving, or the time of it, is not so important as the necessity for definite plans to be made.

[...] The pointer moved before either of us said a thing. [...]

“Your dancing represented the first move away from what those images meant, and violent action was the best thing under the circumstances … a subtle transformation could have taken place in which you and Jane transferred the bulk of your personalities into the fragments you had yourselves created … and from their eyes watched yourselves across the room. [...]

[...] Now after our talk Jane sat upright in the rocker, her eyes closed, head back, sitting quietly with her lips moving soundlessly as if experimenting, trying for just the right approach so that the other personality could make entry through her.

[...] Her eyes closed, and her head began to nod, her lips moving soundlessly. [...]

[...] The joints have all begun to move better. [...]

[...] A cool breeze moved down the mountain in back of the house.

[...] Jane and I had moved back to 458 W. Water Street, only now the house was much bigger than it really is, had many more apartments in it — they were all in good shape, with numerous stairways connecting them on a split-level layout. [...]

[...] Artist supplies and papers are piled in disarray; someone is obviously moving into the place. [...]

Apparently Rob and Jane were moving into the same apartment my Rob and Jane have lived in for years, but in another probability.

[...] Now, when she comes to our apartment, she senses this other Jane and Rob moving about just beyond the focus of our normal perceptions.

[...] In many cases this supraself is already, so to speak, moving into completely new systems. [...]

[...] I sensed, I think, that she wasn’t too sure about her move to the city in North Carolina — Raleigh? [...]

[...] I am still concerned deeply about her condition, and for the most part we seem to move along from day to do as we always do. [...]

[...] Half crying and moaning in no time, arms and hands moving from where I’d propped them up. [...]

(I could see how each move of the burial process had been carefully evolved to help the bereaved family separate from the one who had died. [...]

[...] Finally one of the tenants threatened to move, after feelings had been bruised all around. [...]

[...] Bonds, the private papers originally kept at the hill house, then moved.

[...] You moved out of that level. [...]

[...] You moved through belief systems, becoming to some extent disillusioned. [...]

He was afraid to make a decision for fear that it would be the wrong one, and sometimes literally afraid to move for fear of making the wrong move, and earning your displeasure of disapproval.

[...] I hold a small heavy object suspended by a thread so that it’s free to move. [...]

[...] Emotions and imagination move them in one direction or the other, reinforce them or negate them.