“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

I have not forgotten that I told you I would give you a test. And, some evening, you (Matt) may read my palm. It will take some doing on my part, if not yours. But I will see that the palm is Jane’s.

(Matt Adams read three palms: Lydia, Florence, Rachel)

(The glow spread up the length of the thumb to the mound of flesh at its base, next to the palm. [...] See the color change, see the shadows in the palm disappear? [...]

(I now asked Jane to place the ring in the upturned palm of her left hand. [...]

[...] The glow suffused the palm, eliminating the shadows normally to be seen there, so that it did not seem the fingers were merely folded over.

[...] She still sat with it turned palm up. [...]

“The glow spread up the length of the thumb to the mound of flesh at its base, next to the palm. [...] ‘See the color change and the shadows in the palm disappear? [...]

“Seth now had this cold inner light suffuse Jane’s wrist and palm to an even more remarkable degree. [...] The white crept up Jane’s arm to the sweater, and bled down her fingers, until all semblance of shadow was gone from the arm and palm. [...]

[...] The glow suffused the palm, eliminating the shadows normally to be seen there, so that it did not seem that the fingers were merely folded over.

[...] Jane still sat with her palm up. [...]

In the meantime, the spirit of that volcanic island is visiting the first island, and finds itself enchanted by the still waters that lap against the shore, the gentle birds, and the few palm trees. However, it seems that the palm trees, and the birds and the sand, have dreamed for centuries.¹

Imagine that you are a small sandy island with softly graded shores (pause), some palm trees (pause), and a haven for traveling birds. [...]

Now this first island is very clever indeed, and so it sends its spirit wandering to the closest counterpart, and says: “You are myself, but without sand or palm trees.”

[...] I would no more be a dull island of only sand and palms, or a neurotic landscape of burning lava, any more than I would be a snail. [...]

What magicians we all are,
turning darkness into light,
transforming invisible atoms
into the dazzling theater
of the world,
pulling objects,
(people as well
as rabbits)
out of secret
microscopic closets,
turning winter into summer,
making a palmful of moments
disappear through time’s trap door.

remembers palm trees

[...] A sign lit up in the center of a palm tree out front. [...]

[...] When Seth spoke of my hands, Jane saw my astral hands upraised—as I was really writing at the time, with the palms outward, toward her. [...]

[...] Then at his command, four silver dollars disappeared through the tabletop and he caught them underneath in the palm of his hands. [...]

[...] I was surprised to find my pulse speeding up; my palms became very wet. [...]

[...] The lines in the palm, indicated by black lines, are in actuality in white on the original print, so that the effect is the interesting one of a hand in reverse, or perhaps a map or plan printed in reverse. [...]

[...] As I applied scouring powder I was surprised to see the black ink on the palm turn what might be termed a red with violet undertones. [...]

[...] It is of palm size, that is, the palm easily fits over the glass circle portion.

[...] At times during a session her hands feel heavier and waterlogged, the fingers fatter, the palms thicker, so that when she makes a fist her hand has a different feel to her than ordinarily.

(Jane has long slim fingers with spaces easily observable between them close to the palms. [...]

(As soon as Carol left, Jane’s hands began to hurt and rotate in a new way at the same time, as if the palms were trying to turn up. [...]

[...] As you cannot hold even the ego in the palm of your hand, so you cannot hold the inner self within the mind. [...]

[...] A sign lit up in the center of a palm tree out front. [...]

(My two questions for Seth concerned the small lumps on the underside of Jane’s left arm, including one on her elbow, and the bright redness of the palms of her hands that I noticed the other day. [...]

[...] However, the feeling now became more pronounced, so that when I made a fist my fingers felt thicker, against a thicker palm, giving a feeling of restricted movement. [...]

[...] At the same time it began to feel colder than the others, and Jane had pain in the palm of her hand and midway up her arm, on the outside and underneath—these points forming a rather straight pathway down to the finger, we noted. [...]

In your particular case I would even suggest that you stay away from the normally accepted sexual areas for awhile, and enjoy instead of the content (?); i.e. when he kisses your hand, and you are aware of the sensation of lip against palm and vice versa—be aware of feeling also in your hand on his skin. [...]