“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She held the book in her right hand, and used many gestures with her left hand that were unlike her usual mannerisms. [...]

(“All right.”)

(“All right.”

[...] I sat beside him and saw more of the left side of Jane’s face, and Peggy from her position was looking at the right side of Jane’s face. [...]

[...] After getting back and turning Jane and massaging her with Oil of Olay, she showed me how her right hand is still releasing the curled-up fingers, as begun yesterday. She had good movement in the right elbow, quite free as far as it will open up, and this is increasing. [...]

[...] I laughed, telling her her behavior reminded me of our cats this morning, when it was so cold: Both Billy and Mitzi had barely stepped out onto the picnic table from the kitchen window, when they reversed themselves and hopped right back into the house. [...]

[...] An accident—trouble in the right shoulder. [...]

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

([Gene]: “Right. [...]

[...] In the past you treated the land in your country as if your species, being the “fittest,” had the right to survive at the expense of all other species, and at the expense of the land itself. The ideal of the country was and is an excellent one: the right of each individual to pursue an equitable, worthy existence, with dignity. [...]

[...] It is based upon the democratic belief in each individual’s right to pursue a worthy and equitable life. [...]

Sat July 16*** right ankle suddenly much improved; more movement; eyes definitely a good deal better after massaging head yesterday.

[...] “All right, all right,” Jane said to the invisible Seth. [...]

(“All right, all right....” [...]

He felt it as a threat, rightly, while he was afraid to use his writing abilities in other forms, as he must. [...]

[...] I saw him from the waist up, from a position just in back of his right side. [...] He had brown hair combed straight back, almost a double chin, a sharp nose and high forehead, and in his right hand he held a microphone; he was talking into it, giving a lecture on something to do with weights. [...]

[...] With many pauses between words or phrases, she gave the impression of searching carefully for just the right word. [...]

[...] Her apparent search for each word, just the right word, continued. [...]

I will not get into Ruburt’s immediate past life, since he would slam the door in my face right now. [...]

[...] This morning, Georgia and another aide banged Jane’s right shin hard against the metal frame of the stretcher they put my wife on to take her to hydro. [...] Jane at once began telling herself it all would be all right, and that appears to be the case. [...]

[...] 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. [...]

[...] I’m keeping Seth’s information about bureaucratic bungling in mind, I told Jane; it appears that he is quite right. [...]

“Now,” Seth said when he resumed the session at 10:13, “Ruburt’s body is trying to right itself. [...] Nerve patterns are being reactivated, circulation patterns reinforced, muscles contracting and expanding in their own exercises, right now, in a concentrated, rather intensified bodily commotion. [...]

[...] Iraq invaded Iran on September 23; on November 4 also, the president of Iraq proclaimed that his country is prepared to fight a long war for the recognition of its “rights” by Iran.

“I thought it was [book] dictation right away,” I laughed, “but I didn’t ask.” [...]

[...] It is available at all times, and it is also his by right, and mine by right. It belongs to all beings by right. [...]

[...] And right now I feel pretty fine.”

You were right when you said that we are getting into more meaningful material and so I would like you all to listen so I do not have to give it twice. [...]

Now you can all verbalize better in the language you know than you are doing right now, and it is good for you to put what you know into verbalized terms, so I will be around here. [...]

[...] Their cab took a very sharp turn to the right. Peg and Bill remembered this vividly, not only because of the sudden turn, but also because this happened right after the driver had run through a traffic light. [...]

[...] The next instant the cab took such a sharp turn to the right that I was shoved over into the corner of the seat. [...]

[...] A destination that is mainly to the right after one turn.”

[...] We wanted something we could check out for ourselves right away. [...]

[...] Right now she was also uncomfortable as she waited for Seth to come through. [...] Right then, she hadn’t been to the bathroom since noon. [...] But right at this time she can barely get from her chair to sit on the john or the bed—literally.)

(Pause at 9:44.) There was a necessary period of time in which Ruburt and yourself experimented in several areas of psychic exploration, quite rightly picking and choosing those areas that suited you best, and ignoring others that you found for whatever reasons unsuitable. [...]

At the same time, he was to be denied his rightful place as a writer (as I’d said earlier), to defend this new position—a position moreover that seemed to change all the time—for beside my books there was Seven, Sumari, and later Cézanne and James. [...]

Body steadily has “dropping down” feelings—head to toe, particularly right side. [...]

[...] He suggested I see Pete Harpending, our lawyer, right away, saying that we have a good case. [...]

[...] I applied Rescue Remedy Cream to the knuckles of Jane’s right hand. [...]

[...] His right hand has also loosened up, and other areas of the body are responding. [...]

(“All right.” Jane sat quietly in trance, while I stretched a bit and rested my right hand. [...]

[...] He does normally slow down in winter, which is perfectly all right, taken alone.

[...] Right now this room doesn’t seem very real to me. [...]

(Ruburt:) “You’re all right then.”

Death came in and took my cat
And passed right by my dog.
He chased her through the living room
Over the woolen rug.
I sat right there and never knew.
I sat right there and never saw.

[...] In a world where humans slaughtered their own kind constantly, who in their right mind would give a moment’s thought to a cat’s consciousness? [...]

(Jane also has gotten rid of the patch on the outside of her right knee. The ulcer that had formed there after she’d broken her right leg at the site has now closed itself over. [...]

(In 330, Jane told me that she’d had to have her catheter changed around 11:00 last night—they did it four times or so before they got it right, she said. [...]

[...] We’re doing all right, Jane, and truly, there isn’t anything to worry about. [...]