“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I rubbed a couple of spots on her forehead, but got only a mild response from one on her neck.

(“How about rubbing the peanut oil into parts of his anatomy that bother him?”)

[...] I rubbed Jane’s forehead in a couple of places—good reaction.

[...] Jane rubbed her eyes; she was speaking slowly, with many pauses.)

[...] My best guess at the moment is that the disclaimer matters not at all, but the idea of it doesn’t bode well for the future, I’m afraid, and there may be the real rub. [...]

Ruburt has wanted you to rub him for the sake of physical contact and reassurance, this being more than acceptable to both portions. [...]

[...] She took aspirin, sat up often, and even called me to rub her legs and backside when those areas bothered her much more than usual. [...]

[...] Ruburt has not learned as yet to transform these elements throughout the whole physical system, you see—(gesturing in a humorous way, Jane rubbed her outstretched arms alternately; eyes wide, smiling)—but focuses them at the vocal cords, which causes difficulty that I understand.

[...] Peanut oil to be rubbed on the arms and thighs. [...]

Within the patterns of human experience, then, lies evidence of man’s greater ability: He rubs shoulders with his own deeper understanding whenever he remembers, say, a precognitive dream, an out-of-body—whenever he feels the intrusion or infusion of knowledge into his mind from other than physical sources. [...]

(During the seance, Jane rubbed first her left arm and then her right arm, saying they hurt. [...]

[...] I’d heard the same sound a few days ago, but since it had been a windy day I’d thought the noise was caused by branches rubbing against the house or fireplace outside. [...]

[...] I rubbed her legs for half an hour, then she fell asleep. [...]

[...] Buy some peanut oil indeed, and rub it on the elbows and shoulders and knees for three days. [...]

[...] But here also is one of the rubs, for both of you used to take it for granted that real creativity did not sell. [...]

[...] Though you worked in the art department, you did not want to rub up against your fellows quite that closely (with amusement). [...]

[...] You made the feet more susceptible to the rays of the sun, rubbing salt into the wound, so to speak, by wading in the ocean.

[...] But she hasn’t had the shooting sensations to any degree like she had since I rubbed her legs in the middle of the night two nights ago. [...]

[...] I rubbed several spots on her neck, forehead and the crown of her head, and she responded with strong motions of her head then. [...]

The greater portion of your nature belongs to the first man, and the second set of characteristics has been overlaid, so that there is a rub between the two systems of belief and feeling.