“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Jane functioned all right, but felt as though she could “fly,” as though her feet would not come back to earth. [...]

[...] Ruburt felt resentful and trapped, thereby depriving himself of the rightful benefits that should have resulted from the afternoon and evening encounters.

[...] And if all of you will listen, in your own way, you can apply what I am about to say to yourselves though for right now I am addressing these two (Sue and Juanita). [...]

(“All right. [...]

(Tonight, though, Seth began work on Psyche right where he left off well over a month ago.)

(“All right, Seth.”)

[...] Perhaps to the right, and small.” [...] To the right is a rough indication of the position she refers to, and which she was able to verify to some extent as she opened the envelopes at break. [...]

[...] Perhaps to the right, and small.

[...] She had spoken slowly but with emphasis, and said she could almost feel Seth wanting her to get just the right words. [...]

[...] In the lower right hand corner of the back of the leaflet is a series of numbers, code numbers referring to date of printing, etc.

[...] It is a print of my right hand, made with black stamping ink on paper. [...]

[...] As indicated on the copy on page 327, my initials, right hand designation, and the date were noted by me when I made the print. [...]

[...] I also saw the steps leading down, and the opened wooden door on the right, from my viewpoint. [...]

(First I heard an unidentified female voice offstage to my right say quite clearly: “It’s coffee time.”

(“All right, just one question. [...]

Ruburt was supremely right in his intuitions at that time, however, as far as almost forcing you to take a vacation, and far away.

[...] That is all right, allow yourself the freedom to do so. [...]

[...] All right, you project upon him. [...]

[...] Almost always it is “make your own decisions,” etc., and quite rightly so.)

[...] (Checked, etc.) A grandmother with something wrong with a right leg.

In those terms, natural disasters ultimately end up righting a condition that earlier blighted the desired quality of life, so that adjustments were made.

Right now I’d bet that man will most certainly try with all of his might every technique he can devise in order to prolong physical life as long as possible — so great is his conscious fear of death as the consummate extinction for all time to come. [...]

[...] The letter in any case made him think in terms of responsibility again, but this session should set him right. [...]

[...] The meeting was cordial and the conditions right for Seth to come through. [...]

[...] I also felt that the idea of authority was somehow connected with my shaky right hand, and since this aspect of the dream wasn’t discussed today, I’d like Seth to comment on it tomorrow if he has a session. [...]

[...] From its position atop the pole at the head of Jane’s bed, the Bactrim still drips into the plastic tube, on its way into Jane’s right arm. [...]

(“All right, Seth. [...]

[...] I didn’t advise that, for yesterday morning she’d ended up very depressed after pursuing it right after breakfast. [...]