“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He’s over to my right now,” and she reached out with her arm. [...]

It is indeed as if some inner spontaneous part of the personality is far more knowledgeable than the conscious portion of which we are so rightfully proud.

[...] He fears for the gullibility of people, and is rightly appalled at their superstitions, as indeed you are, Joseph. [...]

But all of that implies
just too much
precision
to happen all by
itself,
a whole world mysteriously
appearing
out of nowhere, putting itself together
just right
without instructions or previous experience.

All right now. [...]

[...] Joanie had lived in our apartment house for a year or so, once right across the hall from us. [...]

“In cases where the symptom itself is interior, as in ulcers, this is a sign that the personality is not yet willing to face the problem, and the symptom itself is shielded from physical sight—quite rightly, symbolically speaking. [...]

[...] It’s all right.” [...]

[...] … You are saying, ‘Unless existence meets my terms, I will not exist,’ and no one has the right to so set themselves against their own innate vitality.

[...] You thought you could come out all right, but you were not certain of your brother.

[...] Seth is right; I did forget the above portion of the dream, and my notes bear no reference to it.)

[...] Jerry felt she was there, right behind her.)

[...] Jane rubbed her right hip as she talked, and Jerry said that Billie had a bad hip in the same area, and rubbed it also as Jane had done.

[...] Right foot looser and looser, but no help walking. [...]

(“All right.” [...]

[...] Her main concern at the moment was to express puzzlement that she could be so consciously unaware of what her real desires were, if I was right about her wanting to quit the sessions. [...]

[...] I fully expect that you’re going to go right on working on those two books.” [...]

[...] Many tribes believed, quite rightly, in the inner spirit that pervades each living thing. [...]

[...] Jane said she could feel him pause briefly at times to make sure that she chose just the right word while delivering the material. [...]

(“All right.” [...]

[...] “I felt like I was going right through the wall….” [...]

[...] The village was right by the sea. [...]

(At one moment I thought I glimpsed, far ahead on the horizon on the right, a group of pyramids, in some kind of cool brilliant color, blues or greens. [...]

(“That’s all right... [...]

[...] Acqua—but this is not right—Acramont? [...]

[...] We feel that it marks a turning point—yet, paradoxically, we’re not at all sure that we can turn in the right direction! [...]

[...] [Nor is her handwriting as steady as it used to be.] As she typed on December 3: “Rob just made a new wooden typing table, right height, etc, and I am trying it out now. [...]

[...] “I do feel a blockage of expression; my ass hurts typing—a sweet soreness of joints I sit on that brings tears briefly; yet it is a stretching sensation, same right arm. [...]

[...] I fully expect you to go right on with Dreams. And other psychic stuff too—though I don’t know about Magical Approach.”

(“Well, I feel all right if you want to continue for a while.”)

[...] The system will right itself if given any chance. [...]

[...] At 3:40 Cathy took her temperature—97.8. At 3:55 I applied Steve’s Remedy Rescue Cream to the knuckles of Jane’s right hand. [...]

(“All right.”)

[...] I had the feeling that I could have asked more and that it would have been answered, but this was right after I came to. [...]

[...] But I didn’t have the heart right now to ask it any more questions.

(Then again, later yet, I heard myself asking: “What’s your name, little girl?” This time a voice, it could have been my own, answered from offstage to my right: “I’m Bonnie Lou Ryerson.” [...]