“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Oddly enough, the break didn’t bother Jane, since a pillow was used beneath the leg as a cushion—but, Jane said, her feet did, so she didn’t stay in that position for more than fifteen minutes. [...]

[...] Jane was ready to be turned at once: She was uncomfortable with a folded pillow placed under her right foot, so that it raised her foot up too high and placed a strain on her right knee as she lay on her side. [...]

[...] The pillow pounding was simply meant to allow physical expression that would vary on different days, and would open the body to the idea of the normal exertion of such energy. [...]

[...] Turning her back on her back went much more easily this noon; she’s also dispensed with the pillow between her legs, and using a doughnut sponge we used to use before the leg break. [...]

Now these are my week’s suggestions, and I want, beside what I have just given you, a ten-minute badminton session daily, or pounding of the pillow for a lesser time—but one or the other. [...]

[...] Even so she was very uncomfortable, sitting on the pillow I’d brought along. [...]

[...] It is good for him to sleep without a pillow for a while. [...]

[...] Have him imagine for example pillow fights with you, or wrestling on the floor with you. [...]

(“…the next thing I knew I was back in bed, but massive again, and for a moment frightened: My left hand, above me on the pillow, had turned into an eagle’s claw. [...]

[...] He had you put a pillow on a chair so he could rest there if he did not make it. [...]

[...] Tell Ruburt to change his pillows more frequently.

[...] I could feel the blanket over me and my pillow at neck move in odd fashion as if my physical body was making unaccustomed movements, but thought I was motionless. [...]

[...] The experience was so vivid she found her head rocking back and forth on the pillow, like a “flower on a stem.” [...]

[...] If you are furious, then beat a pillow and experience the rage, but without violence to another. [...]

(I then began to feel an enlargement in both of my hands, and in the left side of my face as it lay upon the pillow. [...]

[...] A group of men, attired in the same costumes, sat on brightly colored pillows on the floor, roughly in a circle, with the center of the floor clear. [...]

[...] This was done and the men came closer, squatting on the pillows. [...]

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[...] I actually hit my physical body with a shock, my physical head and neck banging up and down on the pillow, so that my shoulders and neck were stiff for a week.

[...] During her first weeks home, I seldom slept more than two hours at a time: It seemed that I was always getting up to check the dressings on her decubiti, to adjust her pillows, to help make her more comfortable on the motor-driven, pulsating air mattress we’d finally settled upon as the best recommended support available. [...]

[...] I could feel the blanket over me and my pillow at neck move in odd fashion as if my physical body was making unaccustomed movements, but thought I was motionless. [...]