“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Until he was absolutely certain that he was on the right track, he would hold back, as indeed he has—but only to a certain degree, as indeed he has.

(This noon, driving home from work, I pulled a muscle in my right side while wheeling the car around a corner—one of those painful things that you feel when you cough, breathe deeply, laugh, etc.)

(“All right, question number two: Was the statement given by Jane, while speaking for you, correct, that there have been millions of Speakers? [...]

This is all right, and the effect will be minimized when the newness has worn off. [...]

(“All right.”

(“That’s right.”)

[...] typing weth right hand. [...]

[...] No matter that right now our joint reality seems quite opaque to me as Jane lies bedridden. [...]

Was Mark right? [...]

[...] Seth was right; I had grown anxious wondering just when to dispense with it in a session and let him speak, yet it represented something solid and real that helped the transition take place. [...]

(“Later when I took a brief nap I mentally imagined myself beating the black-haired dog—and my mental right arm really went bang, bang, bang, banging wooden blocks on the dog’s head really fast, and for a minute I couldn’t stop it. [...]

[...] She held the envelope in her right hand, making no effort to determine its contents by feeling, twisting, etc.)

(October 29, Thursday, 5:30 PM: I saw a close-up of a child’s baby face, from the 3/₄ front facing to my right. [...]

[...] Your free and open communication with each other on this subject can be of far more value than either of you realize, and it is really the only primary point of contention right now. [...]

[...] For right now he feels he cannot afford to. [...]

(To Ned.) I was in your last experience as a probable self of my own and you did not recognize me, but that is all right and I will not hold it against you. [...]

There is a sacrament here that you do not understand, and when you gobble down food indiscriminately, and when you do not give silent recognition to the fact that what you eat once lived, then you lose contact with a certain sacred heritage and deny yourself a certain part of a cycle in which you rightly, as physical creatures and as spiritual creatures, have a part. [...]

The psychic work was quite all right as long as it added to or blended with your own creative endeavors.

[...] First of all, if you will forgive me, you would have no difficulty at all having orgasm with a man to whom you were deeply attracted if he were not your husband, and if you could get over the moral barriers that might prevent it—if you could convince yourself that it was all right.

[...] I want you to see what you do right, so that you can apply it to these other areas.

[...] “I could feel him trying to get those ideas through just right,” she said, “using as homey and everyday concepts as he could to make them clear. [...]

[...] Then, however, you must wonder when the soul enters the flesh, or when the alien fetus becomes one of your own, and therefore blessed by the gods and granted the right to life.