“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It involves my not shocking him right away with painful data, but working around it rather craftily, and yet still in my own way getting the material across.

(Jane had paused here, groping for the right words. [...]

(At the close of the session Jane’s right hand felt “fat” or enlarged.)

[...] Smiling at me, he held out his right hand toward me. [...]

[...] Jane added that when Seth mentioned the right turn, or direction, she had a very definite inner sensation of turning to the right, after traveling in a straight line.

They walk through a large building, most likely a terminal, for there are counters of a sort to the right. [...]

A direction that is mainly to the right, after one turn. [...]

[...] In some strange quirk of speed and physics, this knife-edged piece had not only been blown into the kitchen, but had managed to turn nearly a right angle, missing Jane, in order to come to rest opposite her legs against the table’s leg. [...]

[...] Oh, all right,” she finally laughed as I worked on these notes. [...]

[...] At the same time, Jane while in trance lifted her right arm and swung it vigorously from side to side several times—something she couldn’t have done a week ago.)

(“I’m all right for another half hour or so.”)

[...] Tension in the head and neck floated down like ripples into the body, and for every obvious improvement in this kind of mobility (Jane waved her right arm about vigorously; it is much improved), inner small releases occur in the legs.

(“All right. [...]

(She added that her situation this evening was like the one mentioned by her in the material presented in Appendix 5. She was open to my suggestions: If I prompted her, she could go right into a session and get the information. [...]

[...] Right now, though, in our time, all of the different kinds of consciousness that we might expand into are here with us … some of them appearing as pathological to us …

[...] There is swelling on her right shoulder, and I also thought her cheeks looked swollen. [...]

[...] [And I was right about that.]

(“I’m all right.”

[...] She pointed off to her upper right as she sat in her rocker. [...] Next she indicated her lower right. [...]

[...] Now I have to pick the right channel to get Seth back on his book; and it almost seems that if someone else came here now and mentioned a subject, I’d have that information all ready too.

(“All right.”)

(A reference to Jane’s hair falling over her right eye. [...]

[...] That is all right... [...]

[...] And when I stand at your right shoulder you would hear what I whisper in your ear ...

[...] [Pause.] I can’t formulate a question right now. [...]

[...] At an unconscious level he felt he was doing what was right, that you should approve of it, that despite the inconvenience and the physical soreness he was sticking to his guns.

The idea that being is its own justification is important here: The rights and privileges of the body cannot be long ignored, though Ruburt’s body has withstood very much. [...]

[...] He feels his body’s condition should tell you how devoted he has been to his work, instead of getting at it for not walking right or eating enough. [...]

Nothing could sway him from that course while he believed it was the right one. [...]

[...] Left arm rotating, head and shoulder side to side again, then the right arm rotating. Toes of both feet moving to some extent, although today the right leg has been pretty quiescent. [...]

[...] “Boy, I’ve got the whole thing right there,” she said enthusiastically. [...] Then over here” — she pointed off to her right, indicating there was more than one channel available from Seth now — “there’s information on how this stuff can be applied to us, if we ask for it.

[...] When you search it looking for what is wrong, then you become blind to what was right, in those terms, so that the past only mirrors the shortcomings that now face you.

At one point or another the individual ceased concentrating upon what was right in certain personal areas, and began to focus upon and magnify specific “lacks.” [...]

Fortunately, I started shaking my head right away. [...]

[...] I am Seth; I know he’ll be all right.” [...]

[...] But if not it’s perfectly all right, I guess you’ll have to call the police. [...]

[...] (Later I wished I had.) But I hadn’t explained much of the situation when my caller said, “We’ll have someone up there right away.” [...]

[...] But given that right kind of equanimity, time — our ordinary time — slides by; then, looking back periodically, we discover that we’ve accomplished at least something of what we wanted to do.

[...] You would of course destroy life as you know it, and in your terms bring to an end, if the conditions were right (or wrong), life forms with which you are familiar. [...]

[...] The body on its own performs this service often, when it automatically rights certain conditions, even though they were genetically imprinted. [...]

[...] Right now, however, see Jane’s essay on her relationship with Seth as given in the Introductory Notes for Volume 1 of “Unknown” Reality.

[...] If Anna didn`t boil Jimmy’s eggs just right, he’d curse her out, and she’d retaliate by throwing some of Mom’s dishes at him, both of them screaming. [...]

[...] Is that right?”)

[...] You think: “It serves him right! [...]

([Mary, laughing:] “All right. [...]

[...] During break I told Jane I had a couple of questions for Seth, but would wait to ask them until he said all right. [...]

(“All right.”

You might try right after noon tomorrow for contact also.

[...] It was strongest in the fingers of my left hand this time, whereas usually my right hand will be most involved. [...]

[...] The swelling was now gone and Jane felt all right, though she planned to see a dentist for an X-ray to check upon any possible bad tooth. [...]

(“All right, we’ll continue for a few more minutes.”)

[...] Ruburt is all right, although he will try and block me when he can. [...]

One small way in which I wanted to begin that quest was for me to teach Jane to write—print, actually—with her left hand, which functions much better now than her right one does. I thought this might be relatively easy for her to do, since she’s often voiced her suspicion that she’s one of those born “lefties” who at a very early age were forced to begin writing with their right hand. [...] (I spoke from my own related experience, since as a native right-hander I taught myself to print with my left hand just to see if I could do it. [...]

“I wonder what you’ll be doing six months from now, if Seth’s right?” I asked. [...] And right away she described several occasions when she thought her thyroid gland had rather seriously misbehaved. [...]

Jane tried to write with her impaired right hand, frustrated again and again because she couldn’t hold a pen well enough to put down the ideas stirring in her mind. [...]

Moreover, here is the medication necessary—the thyroid supplement—that will right that balance. [...]