“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He is indeed on the right path. He was on the right path before, but consciously he did not recognize it. [...]

[...] Such as her impulse to hold a cigarette in her right hand again, or to reach out with her left hand to scratch her right thigh, or to hold the cup she uses in the morning to rinse out her mouth while the nurse does her teeth. [...]

[...] Phyllis emptied the Foley, and I applied the Rescue Remedy Cream to the knuckles of Jane’s right hand. [...]

[...] “The big joint underneath my right toe tingles like mad,” Jane said. [...]

[...] He suggested she start trying to lay on her right side also. [...]

[...] Otherwise, have him forget his vision as much as possible, and it will indeed right itself.

There is more material along these lines, and I will see that you get it — though right now is not the time. [...]

(When I got to 330 at 1:05 today I discovered that Jane was free of two more pathos on her ulcer sites—they were gone from inside her right knee, and her right shoulder. In addition, the ulcer on the outside of her right knee has shrunk so much that it no longer needs irrigation with each shift of the staff daily. [...]

(And almost right away Jane began a few mild motions. [...]

(Today Jane’s right leg “definitely felt straighter this afternoon,” on two occasions, one of them being after her nap. [...]

The right leg has been preparing for some time to straighten itself further. [...]

Coming up the step today, though difficult, actually helped the right leg in its release. [...]

[...] It is quite useless to say that people’s decisions in such matters are right or wrong. [...]

[...] She managed to do something, resting the pad against her right knee — which is sore to the touch. She even held the pen in her right hand. [...]

[...] Jane asked him why her right leg was shorter than the left one, and Jeff explained that the break had healed but that the bones were out of alignment, hence the shortness. [...]

(It’s hardly a coincidence, then, that one of the questions I had for Seth today, and had added to yesterday’s session, concerned her right leg and why she wasn’t straightening it out. [...]

(I explained to Jane my mental saying, “Sorry, Mom, but I don’t have time any more for your shaky beliefs or ideas,” as it had spontaneously grown out of Seth’s comments about why my right hand is shaky, in a recent session. [...]

(Jane told me that this morning in hydro her right leg “opened up quite a bit” as she lay on the litter. [...]

[...] I rubbed the flower extract Steve Blumenthal had given Jane last night on her knuckles of the right hand; we’ll use that location as a test site. [...]

[...] Indeed, she said the underside of the toes on her right foot tingled, as with added circulation; they were very sensitive to my touch as I massaged her with Oil of Olay after turning her on her side before supper. [...]

[...] I’d say that Seth’s session today, Sweetheart, shows that we’re on the right track. [...]

[...] The scanty news from their meeting seems to be that matters are moving in “the right direction.”

That sort of exposure, in your terms, has not happened before, and of itself it forces both mind and heart to question some dictates that have been taken for granted in the past—for in the past almost any kind of destruction or war or violence was justified if it was done in God’s name, or if the soldiers were marching “on the side of right.”

Since this “one God” of Carter’s, however, can obviously have such different ideas, saying one thing to one nation and the opposite to another, then men will begin to check their nationalistic lists of divine instructions, discovering that to one extent or another this God would seem to have told several different groups of people that they were chosen above others, that their enemies would be vanquished, and that they might indeed defend their divine rights through whatever unfortunate but necessary means.

Man possesses an innate biological knowledge, however, of right and wrong, and to a large extent religions, as they are utilized, distort much of that information. [...]

[...] Jane told me that in hydro this morning she’d felt new movement in her right leg—the broken one—that it both tried to move more, and to straighten out more. [...]

He is right: the leg did move better this morning as he lay on the litter after hydro. [...]

[...] I peeled the patch off her right elbow. [...]

[...] Then: “I think that right now there’s some material I sense, but it hasn’t fallen into the right slot yet. [...]

[...] You do this by accepting the rightness of your own personhood. [...]

[...] If you accept the rightness of your life in the universe, then your ideals will be those in keeping with your nature. [...]

[...] You have every right to question your impulses, to choose among them, to assess them, but you must be aware of them, acknowledge their existence, for they will lead you to your own true nature. [...]

[...] He can begin to try to feel greater strength now in the right arm, and all improvements on the right side are being picked up by the left.

(During the past week Jane has made a spectacular improvement in the use of her right arm, with lesser but steady improvement in the left. [...]

Then since we have that established, let me tell you that it is of course no coincidence, for the right arm was the area first affected. [...]

[...] It is all right on your night out. [...]

[...] Since she’s been in the hospital she’s always handled cigarettes with her left hand, leaving her right hand lying unused across her belly. [...] Now today, Jane automatically used her right hand to help her left hand reverse the cigarette—and didn’t realize she’d done so until I pointed it out to her. [...]

(The patch was on Jane’s right elbow again when I got to room 330. [...]

(“All right. I don’t know what I mean by all right, but I think I’m ready.” [...]

[...] As I can note the next day, however, one did develop—so I’m skipping the typing of the sessions for November 8—the second one for that day—and November 9, in order to get right to work on this one. [...]

[...] Right after she’d finished eating, Jane began to ramble, talking about making impossible verbal rituals that she had to carry out before she could eat her ice cream for dessert. [...]

(8:35.) These feelings of panic beautifully illustrate several issues, and Ruburt will be able to handle them all right. [...]

[...] The entire area from the right side to the pelvis to the right foot is in the process of being newly released. [...]

[...] Then shortly afterward she also began using her right hand on the right side. [...]

[...] She showed me how she could open up her legs more than before, and extend the right one down more. [...] “I think Fred figured I’d never walk again, so it didn’t matter what happened to the right one after I broke it,” she said. [...]

(However, this morning, Jane said, Fred was amazed at the way the large ulcer on the outside of her right knee is healing itself. [...]

[...] When LuAnn was in she replaced the new nose patch that Georgia had put on to replace the one Phyllis had put on yesterday—the first one had been too big, the second too small, the third one was just right.

[...] As I listened to the doctor talk, poor hearing or no, I could almost feel medical science starting up all of its gears, ready to go to work on my behalf—and I wasn’t ready to make any such decision right then. [...] I wished to hell I could (underlined) run, I thought, for boy, I’d have run right out of there, fast!

[...] Some of them talked about her right in front of her as though she weren’t there—and, Jane said, with her hearing still much impaired at that time, she almost felt as though she wasn’t there.

For the third time in five days she began dictating her own material right after breakfast. [...]

[...] (We didn’t have nearly enough money, but could qualify for adequate insurance by fulfilling the terms of an 11-month waiting period.) But regardless of cost, one orthopedist saw me staying right in the hospital—now that I was there—until the entire procedure was finished. [...]

[...] We’ll also want written into our contracts our right to be notified when any deals are made, the payments made, and our right to refuse the deal if we decide we don’t like it. [...]

[...] You have, again, a definite right to state your objections, and to change your contract accordingly in the future. You have every right to state your clear objections to Prentice about whatever issue you feel unfair. [...]

[...] I for one have to do or say something, or I’d spend my days thinking about what a fool and coward I was not to stand up for my rights. [...]

[...] I respect your emotional reactions whatever they are, and your right to them. [...]

[...] Now she had questions, and wished we’d gone right into the session as soon as she had mentioned it. [...]

[...] It believes it is right.

[...] The conscientious self groups about ideas of right and wrong. [...]

[...] It is indeed foolish enough to take it for granted—at least part way (and with irony)—that everything—All That Is, the important things—will somehow work out all right. [...]

[...] He is right, but he is wrong in taking pleasure in his rightness. [...]

Rightness is indeed pleasure, yes. All pleasure—all true pleasure—is indeed right. [...]

([Gene]: “Then is it right to respond to this man Baba in the following way—you and I are one and the only thing which keeps us apart is my not knowing that we are one?”)

([Gene]: “What, pray tell, is rightness other than pleasure in the sense in which you used the term?”)

[...] At least some (underlined) criminals feel that in stealing they are simply righting society’s wrongs. I am not saying that is their only motive, but in one way or another they manage to justify their activities by seeing them in their own version of the good and the right.

[...] (Pause.) All of the most morbid of nationalistic fantasies that had been growing for centuries, all of the most grandiose celebrations of war as a nation’s inalienable right to seek domination, focused finally in Hitler’s Germany.

The nation served as an example of what could happen in any country if the most fanatical nationalism was allowed to go unchecked, if the ideas of right were aligned with might, if any nation was justified in contemplating the destruction of others.

[...] For the first time, again, the species understood that might alone did not mean right, and that in larger terms a world war could have no real victors. [...]