“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“That’s all right.”)

(“All right. [...]

[...] Your free will allows for the freedom of any belief, including one that says you are unworthy, with no right to your existence.

[...] Each of your beliefs, therefore, has its own unique origin and feeling patterns, so you must for yourself travel back through your beliefs and your own feelings until intellectually and emotionally you realize your rightness, your completely original existence in time and space as you know it.

What you consider conscience is often an applied-from-without sense of right and wrong instilled in you in your youth. [...]

There is a connection on the right that is not making contact. [...]

[...] Now two quarters, in terms of money, is a small amount, two bits, and yet two quarters also symbolize one half and this is the main meaning of your dream for you are half convinced and half not convinced and you gave in case they were right. [...]

[...] But Ruburt did not want to add his ideas to this discussion, he wanted to find out what you thought, and so I should, by rights, not add mine. [...]

“But I know, if I looked at each of you and the selves you think you are, with just the little experience I’ve got of the self I thought I was and find I’m not, that you have all kinds of potentialities right now, not that you necessarily have to wait for or work for or anything, but that you have now. [...]

[...] Am I right?”

[...] The class dream I couldn’t remember was precisely just what you [Jane] were saying right now, and I did mention something this evening before class started that I just remembered. [...]

[...] I was working in the middle room of our apartment; my studio is thus on my left, the living room on my right. [...]

[...] “I like to keep busy right up to the session,” she said, “especially when I don’t know what he’s going to talk about.” [...]

I was about your establishment earlier, and Ruburt was right. [...]

In fact, all of those topics were so much on Jane’s mind that for the second time in three days she went to “work” right after breakfast. [...]

[...] Seth was right: I was going too slow—not too fast, as I had feared. [...]

[...] The fingers of the right hand are opening up from their clenched position, and the flesh has softened considerably. [...]

[...] Such periods happen often in a lifetime, of course—such intersections into probable realities, where you suddenly feel that the time is particularly right, or can be, regardless of the desperation or need or sometimes precisely because of it. [...]

[...] This is his end of the picture right now, and what he should do.

[...] Then re-imagine the circumstances, seeing himself performing adequately, but without telling himself that he must be therefore perfectly all right on the next occasion. [...]

[...] Her eyes remained closed, The candle was to her right, approximately at right angles to her body as she sat facing forward. [...]

[...] At first I was joking about the idea, but when Jane said it was all right to go ahead with the idea, I took her up on it. [...]

[...] As before, Jane sat quietly with her eyes closed, her right hand raised to her face. [...]

(John said it was all right for the personal material to be included in this record, and it is a good example of the way Seth handles such data. [...]

[...] It is a right corner. [...]

[...] Jane appeared to feel all right, also. [...]

(“No, that’s all right.”

(“A small starlike shape, perhaps in the lower right hand corner, holding the object this way.” [...] With the object held in this position, it can be seen that the smaller of the two poinsettia leaves would be in the lower right hand corner or the lower left hand corner, depending on whether the piece of Bristol to which the leaves were taped had the leaves facing toward Jane or away from her.

A small starlike shape, perhaps in the lower right hand corner, holding the object this way. [...]

[...] He does mention right hand corner. [...]

[...] I also felt that Jane was largely unconcerned by the foreign rights questions, and to me this was rather inconceivable, if such a word can be so qualified.

[...] If you play those games and do poorly, you at least have a right to shout “foul” now and then—and I will tell you something: Prentice looks out for your interests in the person of John (Nelson) far more than you give him credit for. [...]

[...] My own pendulum answers had steered me in the right direction, I saw, but were far short of being complete enough. [...]

[...] For him, quickly now, again the eyes are all right. [...]

[...] It was quite all right for the aspiring writer. [...]

(I was quite surprised the other day when Jane told me that our two apartments were okay to her if she was a writer, but not all right for a psychic—especially one who was becoming well known and was visited by all kinds of people, etc. [...]

[...] He felt (long pause at 9 PM) that he had no right to try to do “creative” (in quotes) work that might not pay. [...]

(Subsequently, Jane several times was seized with a strong ache in her lower right jaw. [...]

Do not simply say that the ant has a right to existence as you do. [...]

[...] Now I knew you would evade the questions, so that is all right and it was part of the lesson but you must encounter your own vitality. [...]

[...] They must right their errors. [...]

[...] Jane said she felt all right. [...]

[...] Any of the pills are all right, taken now and then—but the stronger ones provide overstimulations when taken often, and these caused Ruburt’s difficulties. [...]

Physically speaking, that walking is further activating all portions of the body—hence the new sensations in the right heel and ankle, and so forth. [...]

It is in its way perfectly all right to be frightened of the world. [...]

[...] It appears that intuitively at least Jane has made the right decision, to concentrate upon the books; at least they offer something the way she wants it to be. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) Right now I still have the feeling of that force or motion, though, and emotionally I do identify with it. [...] Right now I’m certainly grateful for it. [...]

Right now, I feel you and I and the house and the whole bit supported by some great force that swirls around the house and the trees and through my body, so that it circulates through my blood. [...]

I gave you symbolic porridge one night, right? [...]

[...] It takes unlearning most of the things that you have learned and it takes, unfortunately right now, this kind of probing to release your spontaneity. [...]

[...] You have been playing around but you have done a very good job of it, and you are on the outskirts, and you all know it, but that is all right. [...]