“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

go rolling downhill

and roll down the beaches

[...] An apple rolls if it is on sloping ground, and you can watch its progress. Ruburt’s dream had motion also, rolling, say, off the edge of Framework 2 into Framework 1, where lo and behold it changes its form and becomes a book.

Now: in somewhat the same way, Ruburt’s more or less newly optimistic thoughts are inserted, say, in the opposite direction, into Framework 2, where then they find their best creative form: in this case they roll into Framework 1 as increased mobility.

The object seems to be a scroll of some kind—something rolled up, as you roll up paper. [...]

A roll of string. [...]

[...] I found out differently when I turned her on her left side after the session: For it turned out that she’d been lying upon a roll of tape that someone—Georgia or Phyllis, probably—had left lying on the bed when they changed her dressings this morning. [...]

(She wanted to be turned on her side at 4:25, in an unusual request for her—and that’s when I found the roll of tape that had been so aggravating since 1:10 PM. [...]

[...] Rectangular, yet it rolls, or can roll. [...] Perhaps it is a roll of paper.

[...] The eyes did not roll easily, but since no attempt was made to roll them, the restriction was not noticed, except when Ruburt tried to roll his eyes when they were closed, for an exercise once or twice.

Your journey through time, however, seems to go smoothly, colon: The wheel rolls ever forward. It can roll backward as well, but in your intentness you have a forward direction in mind, and to go backward would seem to divert you from your purpose.

[...] The geese looked very vulnerable against the massive roll of the earth beneath them, but this was an illusion: Like every other entity on earth, each one of those birds knew very well what it was doing. [...]

[...] She began to stop at intervals, exclaiming over all of those surroundings that were, of course, very familiar to us: the swooping automobiles, the street lights and neon signs, the buildings themselves, the Chemung River rolling quietly behind its dike in back of the emporium we’d just left.

[...] It is as if clouds of the worst sort have rolled away. [...]

[...] With him he brought some rolls of copper sheeting for our table, and incense and a burner. [...]

(Jane had picked up a roll of copper tubing that we had not used on the table. [...]

[...] We could hear thunder rolling beyond the mountain to the north. [...]

[...] He had noticed for some time before that he had difficulty rolling his eyes when they were closed, for example.

[...] Seth proceeded to tell Peggy that she was doing her yogic neck rolls much too fast in the morning. [...] Seth told Peggy the rapid neck rolls, which are an exercise supposed to be done slowly, were actually being detrimental to her. [...]

[...] When finally her eyes began to open, briefly, they showed a tendency to roll up. She would quickly correct this rolling each time. [...]

(While it was progressing I began to feel very loose and relaxed, my head rolled, etc. [...]

[...] The lightning flashed silently followed several seconds later by distant rolling thunder, Seemingly coming from beyond the surrounding mountains.

[...] They had to roll Jane back and forth while changing the chuck and the drawsheet; Jane cried—the first time I’d heard her do that in some weeks. [...]

[...] Jane showed definite tendencies to go back into trance, notably a rolling up of the eyes, and I continually talked her out of it, gave her tea, etc.)

[...] It involved her putting on blue jeans and a belt, and rolling on the bed to get the jeans on the way she used to do. [...]

[...] A couple of the girls also gave me rolls, sauerkraut and hotdogs for supper this evening. [...]