“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Even imagine the rising sensations as I help you out. [...]

[...] There are kinds of perception with which you are not familiar, worlds in which your idea of light does not exist, where almost infinite gradations of thermal qualities are absorbed in terms of sensation, not of light.

[...] These sensations persisted through the evening; they certainly felt physical in origin, even while I tried to tell myself to forget the whole thing. [...]

[...] At the same time, the pain is a reminder of feeling and sensation.

(She told me it was hard to describe, but she has a different sensation of weight in her body, as though she’s relating better to the floor. [...]

The important head and neck areas are definitely healing themselves, and Ruburt is aware of those sensations. [...]

[...] The odd sensations of mobility are experienced as odd because the release of one area does begin to move other areas with it, but with varying degrees of unsynchronized motion. [...]

The feelings and sensations give rise to the questions, to the thoughts, to the intellect. [...]

[...] I am not simple speaking of sensationalism in newspapers or on TV. [...]

[...] For I feel now, in connection with the two “new” poems, the same profound sensations I had concerning Jane’s challenges when I wrote in Note 6: “Perhaps it was her poetic art of expression that helped me identify so strongly with her emotions, but I suddenly felt that even I had never really understood the myriad depths of her challenges and her reactions to them.” [...]

[...] There is no need to fear identity’s complete immersion into emotional sensation. [...]

[...] The sensation was brief but unmistakable, and very enjoyable. [...]

[...] Her lips were very close to my ear as she talked now; I could hear and feel each breath she took, each swallow she took; her voice dropped considerably in volume and I had the sensation that she was indeed speaking for someone else.

[...] There are gradations and nuances of feeling and sensation that sweep through your own experience, the result of quite natural variations. [...]

[...] Enjoy the sensation of being alive. [...]

[...] I hold my legs out and my feet feel strange: There is an odd sensation, a shifting of some kind. [...]

[...] There is indeed light that you do not see, sound that you do not hear, sensation that you do not feel. [...]

[...] Also Theodore Muldoon told of returning to his Great Hall, of the new tapestry and the new pulsating sensation of feeling.)

When all your sensitivity is directed into sensations of misgiving, then however the balance is wrong. [...]

[...] Otherwise there would have been vast holes in that grid of perception that makes possible the very sensations of physical life.