“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] A man can smell quite a stink, even though it is not right under his nose. [...]

[...] She finally told me that when she first looked at the envelope object during break, she read my penciled word “Man-a-me,” to the right of the poem used as object, as “Man-O-War,” which is the name of a very famous race horse. [...]

[...] As for myself, I can state that by the time break arrived my right hand and arm ached all the way up to my shoulder.

[...] She could feel Seth trying to get the material through without overloading her, she could feel him trying to get her to use the right words. [...]

The cell is individual, and struggles for rightful survival. [...]

Our Ruburt did indeed steal from me a few paragraphs in his book, that were not rightfully his in one manner of speaking. [...]

[...] Reaching out to the magical self could be thought of as some theoretically attainable goal—but the sinful self was right there, functioning within the most intimate areas of personal life. [...]

5. For that matter, I’ve often told my wife that it would be all right with me if she decided to give up the sessions entirely—for good—period. [...]

“I equate all of this with three events: a movie I saw on TV the night before last in which the hero finally saw through the god of his people; a Raggedy Ann doll Rob found in the backyard the other day and brought in (it was probably dragged there by a dog, its right arm is missing)—but it reminded me of my old Susie; and part of a review I read yesterday of a book about death.

[...] Right now I’ll make just one point: The priest, burning Jane’s books in the backyard of the house she lived in, taught the growing girl in most specific terms that she had to protect her natural abilities and her inquiring mind even from the very institution—the Roman Catholic Church—that she had so strongly identified with.

Now, seven years later, I realize that this was an excellent example of the ways in which the inner self can suddenly regenerate and revitalize the personality, open up new methods of perception, shatter barriers and flood the personality with energy that sets it right, reorganizing it in more meaningful directions. [...]

The circumstances at your end were right for something like this to occur. [...]

[...] The ego does not believe that they are treating it right. [...]

[...] He is still learning, and it is quite all right.

(To Rachel C.) The girl will be all right. [...]

[...] It was as though Seth Two wasn’t familiar with vocal chords or words, and so took pains to use those mechanisms in just the right way. [...]

(“All right.”)

[...] I realized he was right the moment he spoke.

[...] Jane said she thought of this table while speaking for Seth, yet knew it wasn’t the right table. [...]

[...] To the right of the joined cottages is the Provincetown Playhouse.

(In between these two sightings I saw a middle-aged man in rolled-up white shirt sleeves, sitting at a kitchen-type table and staring to my right. [...]

[...] Joseph was right when he spoke of entities creating stages upon which to act out their problems. [...]

(“All right.”)