“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Jane stopped speaking, then nodded when I asked if she was all right. [...]

(“Well, we seem to be doing all right now also.”)

(Jane then jumped, her right arm moving almost violently, eyes open briefly. [...]

[...] I’m not projecting, but I feel like I’m half off to the right…” Yet she was aware of sensation within her physical body—a spot on her gum, etc.

(I also rubbed the Rescue Remedy Cream on the knuckles of Jane’s right hand, as I’d done yesterday. Steve B. had given her the cream, and we’re using the nodules on Jane’s right hand as a testing ground. [...]

(Moreover, when JA tested me for glaucoma, my eye pressures checked out at 17 for the left and l6 for the right—a point or so better than last time, and midway in the normal range which ends at 25. [...]

(“I must be doing something right,” I said to Jane when I returned to the house, and explained the situation to her. [...]

[...] I knew that Jane was in the house somewhere, that she was walking perfectly all right, and that Jim had come to see her, not me. [...]

[...] I rubbed Jane’s right temple at her request, and got a good reaction when I pulled my finger away finally: “I feel so light — it’s great. [...]

(“Am I trying hard enough, or in the right way?”)

(“All right, we’re ready for lesson number one, or a message.”)

[...] The people who follow these belief systems think that they are right. [...]

[...] The experiences, however, affect the right hemisphere of the brain, and in such a way that abilities are released in somewhat the same manner as an adolescent’s.

[...] “I was right into those feelings. [...]

(“All right. [...]

(“You’re right. [...]

[...] Jane popped right out of trance. [...]

[...] She added that she hoped that in each session “he’ll just come up with something that I can use to blaze right through with, that’s all.” [...]

(I didn’t think of any foreign book-publishing rights being involved, though, as Seth indicates. [...]

[...] Events that before seemed impossible first of all seem perhaps possible, or you can see that they can indeed be carried out right now to some extent, in perhaps a limited fashion. [...]

[...] Her broken right leg [just above the knee] leaned against her left leg. [...]

(Almost as soon as she said she’d try to have a short session, she started right in. [...]

[...] She wanted to be turned right away, since she’d been on her side since 10:30, after getting back early from hydro. [...]

[...] Jane thought I was right. [...]

(“Well,” Jane said at 9:01, “I might get something real brief—which is all right as long as I can build up to something....” [...]

[...] When he is in his room, let him begin to court his creative self (leaning to her right, eyes closed....)

[...] I’ll do the best I can … I don’t know if I can … All right, I’ll try.” [...]

(“Right now,” Jane said, “the fear seems to be that despite myself I’m going to die.”

[...] She’d gone to hydro, and hadn’t fared too well: new people, students, had helped position her, and hadn’t done it right. [...]

(I’d told her several times in recent days that I thought her right knee was draining considerably less as a rule, and that several other scabs on her body were showing signs of clearing up. [...]

[...] Suppose I stopped having the sessions while I tried to figure things out, then decided that Seth was right on all counts — and found I just couldn’t have sessions again? [...]

“All right. [...]

“Right in the middle of the month — April 15, I think it was,” she said, without hesitation. [...]

He looked right through me, taking no notice of me at all. [...]

[...] Each of my own precognitive dreams made a significant impression on me at the time and represented proof that I was moving in the right direction. [...]

[...] Vehicles in both other lanes had the green light, and we were right in their path. [...]

[...] She lived in an apartment right at the corner of Walnut and Water Streets, but she was not a close friend — barely an acquaintance — and we saw her rarely. [...]

“I don’t know if you can really count that,” Rob said, “Though you’re probably right. [...]

(“All right. [...]

(“What’s the deal with my right foot?”)

[...] More work than is apparent has been done, for the right leg had to drop considerably. [...]

[...] A girl in a fourth seat in one of the rows far right.

[...] The girl in a fourth seat in a far right row is Elaine Todd.

The right and left sides are out of balance. [...]

Ruburt is quite right in avoiding your cookies. [...]