“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] This was her best effort yet: she marched right along in a perfectly normal way. [...] I told Jane the swelling had decreased some more on her upper right leg and around the knee, which cheered her also. [...]

[...] As I read the session to her, Jane began moving her left foot and leg, with the right one wanting to get in on the fun. “The right one is trying so hard to move out that it hurts —I can feel it,” she said. [...]

[...] “It’s all right, kid, it’s all right,” Jane said amid her other noises. [...]

[...] Even the right foot moved. [...]

(“But Seth was right,” she told me. [...] Jane said they didn’t hurt, except that her right heel in back, and the inside of her right ankle, bothered her a little.

(This morning in hydro the sole of her right foot had stung in the same manner. [...]

[...] She explained that her right foot was bothering her a bit. [...]

[...] She was through by 3:45, zipping right through the session. [...]

[...] After resting a bit, she could reach across her face with her left hand and with a little help from me, succeeded in touching the lobe of her right ear with her left hand. She can’t yet come close to touching her right ear with her right hand. [...]

[...] Neither is the right one.” But I pointed out that her right leg is already down a couple of inches. [...]

[...] She read right along, smoothly and seemingly with little effort. [...]

[...] Suddenly Jane began to rotate her right arm in concert with lifting her head and neck off the bod—seemingly as fast as could be done. [...]

[...] Right ankle and whole side of left foot itch—as do knees, to lesser extent. The group of ligaments on right side of neck seem to be releasing steadily—with improved head motions—though the process isn’t yet completed. [...]

Forgot: during night my stomach muscles right side lower suddenly relaxed & felt fantastic—I didn’t realize they weren’t relaxed before—then left side of my groin itched & all the flesh went soft & relaxed (and sort of flabby).

[...] “I don’t know what the hell I was doing, but I used the [right] knee a lot more, I know that....” She was afraid people would start coming in to do her vitals, and see her moving; she feared that once she started a series of movements, she couldn’t cut them off right away if someone entered 330. [...]

(And Jane was right. [...]

[...] But it’s safe to say that her right leg is definitely showing signs of moving more. [...]

[...] Jane could feel the knee of her right leg moving. [...]

[...] But deliberately, she moved her right leg out to the right, away from the left one, crying all the while. I could see the muscles in the right leg flexing to some degree—a sight that’s been pretty infrequent so far. [...]

[...] Now her right leg began moving more sideways to the right. [...]

[...] “Now the right one has pulled away from leaning against the left one. [...]

[...] Right arm circles, then both arms together. [...]

[...] “So I did that for a good part of the evening—massaged first the right arm, then the left one, after they started to improve.” My first thought had been that the softening in the arms would help relieve the doubled-up fingers of her right hand. [...] I told Jane, also, that yesterday she had referred to a looser feeling inside her left elbow, a greater softness, so Seth was right: these particular improvements had been in the works, yet triggered by Jane’s suggestions. [...]

[...] I rubbed Steve’s Rescue Cream on the knuckles of Jane’s right hand, as I’d begun doing yesterday. [...]

[...] The extra motion ability already present in Jane’s hands helped considerably, especially with the right hand.

[...] Then Jane’s right foot started moving at the toes. [...]

(I’m writing this down finally two days later and even right after the dream, much was confused. [...] Right in front of us was the sky, which somehow came right down to the floor; the view was spectacular and the sky was doing something very strange; it was all made up of large sky-folds which blew and changed, huge folds coming down from inexpressible heights, past us, I think. [...]

[...] Right arm going good in a circle, left foot moving, heavy breathing. [...] Even as she smoked Jane’s left foot moved around, with the right one doing the same thing in miniature. [...]

[...] Someone had lost our menu, made out yesterday; I suspect it happened right here on the third floor. [...]

(In answer to some questions I asked, she said that when she reads with her right eye open and the left one closed, she gets no double vision. [...]

[...] “My right big toe is hot as hell inside,” she said. [...]

[...] The right side of the neck and shoulder area is further releasing. This is teasing the right arm and shoulder blade to greater freedom, and new positions, so minute, some of them, as not to be noticed. Those same changes, however, are repeated in the right hip, the entire right leg; that knee has loosened, and ligaments, tendons, as well as muscles in the heel and ankle area are being coaxed into new activity, and in areas that have been relatively unused before. [...]

He has been used to putting his full weight on that right leg, so he is more aware of the sensations. [...] The left knee has also loosened, and the entire back of the left leg, the altered position of the right leg however means that the left leg is also uncomfortable when he walks. It tries to release further, but the unaccustomed new positions of the right ankle make him feel insecure.

[...] Acts which fit in with the good-intended universe, in which basically each life and detail, seeking its good, also works for the good of all others, bring forth what you call good acts—simple enough acts which are not well-intentioned in that light, toward the self or others “do not work right.” [...]

[...] There is some space between the house and the next structure on the right. [...] They are near the corner to the right, but not at the corner.

[...] But now to the right: the directions have changed now due to my position. The garage structure is now to my right, and behind it there are other structures leading down toward the water. [...]

[...] (Gesture right hand.) The land is like this, you see, not straight. [...]

[...] She started right up again as soon as Lorrie left.

(The bottom of Jane’s right foot moved some. [...]

[...] “I guess everybody’s got the right to feel blue once in a while,” I said. [...]

[...] Again she zipped right through it. [...]

[...] I know the buyers are right, the time is right, and the prices are right. [...]

[...] The principle of right action and divine order govern my entire life. [...]

[...] Jane discovered that her right arm could flex more at both the shoulder and the elbow—especially the elbow—which is an excellent sign. In fact, she could swing the right hand down so that it touched her thigh, then moved outside of it. [...] Then Jane learned that her right arm was behaving in a similar, if more limited, fashion. [...] The big toe on her right foot still hurts. [...]

[...] “More work is being done on that right elbow,” Jane said, and again began moving her right hand down past her thigh on the outside, even farther than she’d done at 3:49. [...]

[...] Her right wrist also began turning upon itself. [...] The right foot, below the broken knee, is the sorest.

[...] She’s uncomfortable on her back, especially in her right foot, which is still moving, more than yesterday, and is still painful for me to touch on the instep. [...]

[...] Her shoulder moved better than ever—and now the right one attained an ease of movement equal to the left. [...]

[...] If she did them all at once her body would be moving as though it had the tremors throughout, except for the still motionless area around her right knee and the break just above it. [...]

[...] He was right there waiting, would I talk to him at least—on the phone? [...] I’d been right about people prowling around all right! [...]

I put the statement together with the little I recalled from Seth’s session and then spent a few minutes feeling my body sensations: right knee—sore; arms—sore. [...]

[...] Tells me a big shot at Bantam called liking God of Jane and inquiring about paperback rights, assures me our paperbacks are selling okay. [...]

(To Pete.) Right off is much better than right on. [...]

Is it all right for me to speak now? [...]

Right on! [...]

(Very loud.) Right on! [...]

(Then at 9:04 Jane discovered a sudden freedom in bodily motion: She could reach across her chest with her left arm, toward her right side, at the same time that she turned to the right from the hips—a movement I hadn’t seen her execute in years.... [...]

(“I guess I’ll be all right....” [...]

(4:47 p.m. Earlier this afternoon Jane had showed me how the curled-up fingers of her right hand had indeed loosened up to some extent. [...] When I turned her before supper this evening, her right arm moved quite freely and loosely at the elbow. The right knee also flexes better and better. [...]

[...] The hands are indeed beginning to accelerate their improvements — the right one in particular, so that the fingers begin to uncurl.

Right at the shore, perhaps down and ahead, a scooped out circular indentation, where there is swift current because of rocks—

(“Right. [...]

—Though there is a beach to the left and right, rather wide ones.

(“Yes [beach to left and right].”)