“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] After Cathy took her temperature—98.1—Jane told me that she could now reach farther under her right leg with her left hand than she could yesterday, even. [...]

[...] I had many questions, ranging from the consciousnesses of the ants involved, and their right to life, as opposed to the “destructive” view taken of them by farmers, scientists, and so forth in the conventional sense. [...]

[...] The left foot moved once in a while, the right one seemed quiet comparatively. [...]

[...] I saw myself from the right side, striding purposefully along with vigorous step, carrying over my right arm a neatly folded white towel. [...]

(At 4:45 PM, while talking to Jane in the kitchen as she prepared supper, I experienced the now familiar feeling of enlargement in my right hand. [...]

[...] As I strode along, my right heel slipped off the edge of a step, and I landed flatfooted on the next step with a jar. [...]

[...] In my right hand I held either a sheaf of [...]

[...] Not what is wrong but what is right, and how a greater degree of “rightness” can be achieved. [...]

(“So far he’s been right.”

[...] “All right.”)

[...] My dear friends, I wish you a fond good evening; and may I mention briefly that you were right, Joseph; your last experience with psychological time was most significant. And Ruburt had also tuned in on the same conversation, but had already begun to tense, and therefore was blocking every psychological stimulus in the hopes of blocking out the right one. Unfortunately, he blocked out all of this except the right one.

[...] In Jane’s final class, Rob read Seth’s explanation having to do with family ‘mergings.’ Right away, right there in class, I knew what was behind the feeling I’d had about this family: Members of the Grunaargh, and I personally, were involved in the invention of movable type. [...]

[...] I know that Gutenberg is credited with this invention, and probably rightly so; but I also feel this as one of those discoveries that appeared in several places at once, and that my beefy fellow’s shop was in the general vicinity of Gutenberg’s — in Germany? [...]

(“Seth, where is Jane’s father right now, on December 11?”)

(“Can you give us the name of the woman with him right now?”)

[...] The table was close by my right hand; I used it to take notes on. [...]

[...] You know what it’s like when you test water with your finger to see if it’s the right temperature before you jump in? Well, things have to come together in a certain way before I feel right....”

(Pause.) The founders of the country were still largely men of property, however, and of culture—the signers of your constitution, so they were also careful to provide leeway for the existence of slaves, who, not being considered fully human, need not be granted the rights of the constitution (with irony). [...]

This attitude is twice as limiting since it robs you of the very enjoyable and natural sense of worth that your body and mind both inherently possess—that is, overall you realize the rightness of your position. [...]

[...] “but before the session I was getting that Negro material over there [to her left] and the cave drawing stuff over there [to her right], and I had to wait for them to come together....”)

[...] You were quite right in saying that Ruburt fears violence. [...]

[...] Everyone else you see has a right to gripe, he feels subconsciously, but he cannot. [...]

[...] However while the conditions are right I will continue. [...]

[...] You become angry when you think, rightly, that Ruburt is too docile in his dealings, but this is because you are angry at your own lack of power as a child to retaliate against the atmosphere of violence that you sensed in the child’s home.

On the other hand those strides were highly important, for the body did right itself to an important degree, and through all of the difficulty the body has tried to right itself. [...]

[...] I am speaking of the right neck area.

(“All right. [...]

1. Seth is right, of course. As I well know, I am bothering my stomach, which is perfectly innocent in its own right. [...]

[...] Right now her arms look longer, straighter. [...]

(I found the same relative situation with the right leg. [...]

[...] I didn’t know what to do except a few light touches of massage on the right upper leg. [...]

[...] Then most of all, I suppose — for I express my feelings based upon my interpretation of what I see — I ended up thinking my remarks were the right way to go, for later she told me that I’d expressed some intuitive truths. [...]

(Jane now placed her right hand over her heart, and repeated herself several times, eyes closed.)

All right. [...]

I mentioned the Cinderella myth—and there, everything will come out all right in the end, somehow. Its opposite is a feeling that nothing will ever come out all right because the universe itself is meaningless. [...]

[...] If you set out to discover what was right with the world, you would be on a different path. There is much right with the world.

[...] Ruburt was quite right in the method he used in speaking to him, and my presence would not have served. [...]

[...] To some extent, the feeling of grace is your emotional recognition of the necessity, purpose and freedom, the innate appreciation, of your rightness and your place in existence.

All right. [...]

— and Ruburt is on the right track, and with your help.

(“All right.” [...]

(“Right,” Jane said. “There’s a whole lot on that that I could give you right now. [...]

In terms of your beliefs and in terms of deeper truths, man is related to the ape, so his experience also brings an even more substantial sense of belonging to the earth, and identification with the utter rightness of instinct.

(“All right then,” Jane said finally, “I’ll just tell you this: Our whole idea of reincarnation is all screwed up. [...]

[...] “Right now my right temple, my right knee and my right foot are all going whooosh, whooosh, whooosh….” [...]

([Bette:] “Now if we could somehow stop everything and go back this way we would all go right back to Sumari, right? [...]

([Mary Ellen:] “Not all the people that you meet in the dream state are Sumari, right? [...]

[...] Would I be right in saying that Sumari is like the very kernel or the very seed that we grow from?”)

([Bette:] “All right, so we go from the seed to the tree to the leaves. [...]

[...] Sitting on my left, she held my left hand with her right, and I joined hands with Bill on my right. [...]

[...] My hands were held by Jane on my left and Bill on my right, but Bill passed his free right hand beneath Jane’s hand to see that it was actually rising and was not an illusion. [...]

[...] “You got away from the animals all right, but you fell asleep in your tree that night. [...]

“Right, and in so doing the probing has been done. [...]

“Right, nor any betrayal of others.”

[...] They are near the right corner of the block, but not at the corner. [...]

[...] A garagelike structure to my right now, and behind it other structures leading to the water. [...]

[...] By rights, I shouldn’t be mentioning it sequentially until I publish the two books that Jane and I had finished while she was hospitalized — then it would be all right to announce that she is dead! [...]

[...] Obviously, I can judge my feelings about what’s right and not right in my own experiences with a discarnate Jane much more easily than I can gauge the outside of someone else’s communication. [...]

[...] I told no one about the notebooks, or the three drawings I had made of Jane as she lay in her bed right after her death. [...]

[...] And Laurel Lee Davies, the young lady who’s now helping me carry on my publishing activities, at once intuitively picked out from my files the one right photograph of Jane to us for Seth, Dreams … Jane’s father, Delmer Roberts, took the snapshot when she was on vacation with him in Baja, California in 1951. [...]