“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane didn’t go to hydro this morning. I told her I’d waked up scratching again last night, yet wasn’t any worse. I explained my answers to the scratching through the pendulum—that I was “itching” to get back to work on Dreams after several interruptions.

[...] It was evident that the cat had scratched her through her dress. [...] If Willy’s scratches hurt she gave no sign. [...]

[...] She did remember something scratching her, and it developed that Willy had drawn a few spots of blood.

(I should note that starting yesterday I became conscious that I was doing a good deal of scratching of various portions of my anatomy—principally on my lower legs underneath my stockings, and on my forearms. [...]

(Then in 330 this afternoon I began to scratch again, and discovered red irritated spots on both lower legs and on the forearms to a lesser degree. [...]

[...] Told my class last night the whole bit, and said that from now on classes were to be focused about the material; we were going to study it from scratch; this was my life work, my direction, what I was meant to do. [...]

One of the church’s most powerful allies was to that extent its understanding of human psychology, for if you left the church or its system, it knew that you still carried many of its beliefs nevertheless—only now you had something like an itch that you could not scratch. [...]

[...] The itch is still there, but it is harder to scratch. [...]

[...] Bunk into each other and feel no scratch.

Ruburt, in those terms, started from scratch as a member of your society who had finally thrown aside, as you had, the current framework of belief. [...]

[...] In that sentence, scratch out “dwindling.” [...]

[...] I told her my scratching had subsided considerably since yesterday. [...]

[...] Such as her impulse to hold a cigarette in her right hand again, or to reach out with her left hand to scratch her right thigh, or to hold the cup she uses in the morning to rinse out her mouth while the nurse does her teeth. [...]

The object for tonight, some kind of buckle, of metal or metallic color, scratched. (Pause.) Also a design or initials (pause) scratched deeply into the object. [...]

Once more — (humorously:) that will save you from scratching out another “again,” “however,” or whatever — your body is mobilized when you want to move. [...]

[...] You may, for example, sneeze or not sneeze, cough or not cough, walk to the window or the door, scratch your elbow, save a child from drowning, learn a lesson, commit suicide, harm another, or turn your cheek.

[...] I always work on several thicknesses of paper so that writing noise is not a problem, and use a ballpoint pen to avoid scratching noises. [...]

(“And that’s another sign,” I said, as she scratched her chin on the right side with that same left hand. [...]

[...] Or you imagine the race of man vanishing, or starting all over again as it were from scratch.

[...] Since you are starting from scratch, so to speak, then you have only each other to rely upon. [...]

What your scientists have learned about the physical genes barely scratches the reality of diversity, even physically. [...]

[...] Behind me in the fireplace we heard once again the mysterious scratching or chucking or chirruping sounds we’ve become aware of lately, as though a family of animals or birds has young hatching our or growing in a nest on the other side of the closed damper. [...]

[...] When Ruburt’s body began its regeneration lately, it began to correct all conditions from scratch. [...]