“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] And Floyd had been right: The raccoon stayed in the tree until dusk, then descended and ambled into the woods in back of the house.³

[...] Right now I’m really blue, my eyes operating poorly; tears warmly close; yet enjoying the dark sky and street as rain threatens… the view of the mountains afforded by the windows; the rock music on the radio; the odd remaining odor of door varnish—deeply loving all of it yet swept through with something like nostalgia. [...]

Both portions of this world mind, or world brain, therefore, operate in exaggerated fashions, so that their own characteristics are almost caricatured, untempered as it were by other portions, as if perhaps in an individual the left and right portions of the brain were artificially functionally separated. [...]

At any given time, then, he may not feel it right to relax, because he has thus-and-thus a chore to perform, or because of the hour, or for any other reasons that will all serve to hide the fact that he is afraid of relaxing. [...]

[...] Also difficulties with the right ear and teeth. [...] This time an effort being made to right those characteristics. [...]

[...] You have a right to refuse guests, of course, and yet if you learn to work with Framework 2 with greater faith you will find that other issues are usually involved than those immediately apparent.

[...] The area at the right side of the back of the head, in Ruburt’s case, physically speaking, is a trigger point for motion. [...]

(During the seance, Jane rubbed first her left arm and then her right arm, saying they hurt. [...]

[...] Mossman during his call today told Jane that his girl Eve broke her right arm over the past weekend, sometime during the 20th-22nd. [...]

[...] A 2 also shows in the serial number on the right back edge of the object. [...]

[...] There are no steps shown on the object, but the brick walk is in perspective, and rises perhaps at a 20-degree angle from left to right. [...]

[...] The date on the object can be thought of as a series of numbers; we think however that here Seth refers to the six-digit serial number on the back of the object, along the right-hand edge: M507832.

[...] They are largest in the lower left hand corner of the object, tapering up to the right border.

[...] Right now you are both doing extremely well. Ruburt, incidentally, was right. [...]

You are quite right. [...]

[...] The feeling was predominant in her right hand and index finger especially. [...]

(The effect, which always reminded me of a mirage, began with a smallish, bright sawtooth pattern of light just to the right of my direct line of vision. [...]

[...] She finally believed my reassurances, however, and realized that I was all right physically.

[...] And he was right: by 10:30 I was much better. [...]

[...] They are yours by right. [...]

I spoke earlier of rigid concepts of right and wrong. [...]

[...] They are those who in the past, in your terms, strove for physical existence without consideration for the rights of other species. [...]

[...] Only let it stray in a particular direction — to the right or the left, whichever seems most natural to you. [...]

[...] If ever you grow concerned simply return to your home station, back to the left or right according to the direction you have chosen. [...]

[...] “I want a nice big snack but I feel all this stuff that Seth’s got ready, right on the line … Oh, to hell with it — let’s eat!”)

I am speaking rather generally right here to make certain rather specific points, however. [...]

(I am right—meaning in accord with my own nature—when I “forget” each book as it is done... [...]

[...] Though you organize this living material it has its own right to fulfillment and existence. [...]

(The day after the last session Jane realized that she had burned herself on the back of her right leg, just above the heel. [...]

[...] Then she answered my query to the effect that she was all right.

In either case when conditions are right, you should feel a sense of recognition, a sense of grasping a portion of the center of your own reality. [...]

(“I’ve been having trouble, all right.”)

[...] The eyes do not function right—and they are given glasses. [...]

For now the sinus spray is all right—in moderation.

Events as you know of them right now are transient. [...]

[...] I shall reserve the right however to wait around a bit and eavesdrop upon your conversation.

[...] I feel all right.” [...]

[...] This is quite all right. [...]

[...] Writing with her right hand is still quite difficult for her. [...]

[...] We’re telling ourselves that that little challenge will automatically work itself out at the right time. [...]

[...] So we do take credit for doing some things right. [...]

[...] On many levels that kind of psychic interference is quite simply ignored by the individual in question, and rightly so. [...]