“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He is not rubbing Ruburt’s nose in every misspelled word, nor is he suggesting, as Ruburt suspects, that Ruburt is a mental numbskull because he is a poor speller.

[...] Jane constantly rubbed her face and eyes with both hands.) We had better get Ruburt out of this for now, at least for a break. [...]

He still feels guilty about you going to work in the morning, and not getting up just rubs his nose in it further. [...]

[...] (Jane was restless during this delivery, rubbing her face and hair.) They will be forced to postulate the existence of an unknown force, always existing despite newer current theories. [...]

[...] See the rubbing of the envelope object on page 250, and the notes on the next page.

[...] Just before its start, Jane had had the self-conscious idea that she should rub between her eyes with a circular motion — “You know, where the third eye⁵ would be….” [...]

[...] And once again she felt like rubbing her forehead where the mythical third eye would be. [...]

[...] But here, in these subtle (byways) of subjective action, we very well might be seeing some of these hidden psychic motions upon which physical events rest … and how today’s events and last year’s rub against each other like leaves from the same tree. [...]

(Jane had been speaking vigorously, rubbing her face and hair often in trance, opening and closing her eyes. [...]

[...] Americans have had a fine and often understandable disdain for what was thought of as the European gentleman, or even the literary gentleman, or the man who somehow or other did not have to “rub elbows with the masses.” [...]

[...] But I pinched myself and rubbed my eyes. [...]

[...] Before that, jobs for both of you served to make you rub elbows, so to speak, with others, and to equalize your paths and theirs. [...]

(Jane had also begun rubbing her hands together in a way, I remembered, that meant they again felt “fat” or enlarged to her. [...]

[...] Purring and rubbing, Mitzi began to climb all over me as I tried to take notes. [...]

[...] I rubbed her back low down on her spine. [...]

[...] She rubbed them briskly as she paced back and forth. [...]

[...] With the eraser the “evil hand” would try to rub out all of the good, and at the same time the “good hand” would be trying to erase all of the evil. [...]

(Very restless, rubbing eyes heavily.) Now listen carefully for a moment. [...]

[...] (Pause.) Some kind of white gum, or glue, had been rubbed into my scalp through my hair to improve the electrical contacts, and when the test was finished the attendant simply grabbed one area of the equipment and pulled the entire mess off my head in one motion—which felt like my entire scalp was coming off. [...]

[...] (Jane began to rub her eyes strongly.) The object is not utilitarian, that is, you cannot do anything with it, but it represents something else.

[...] I found myself rubbing my hands together, subjectively aware of a swollen feeling in them as we talked after the session. [...]