“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] And I visually and mentally saw the one in the back side of my neck that went down my neck and shoulder relax and straighten out, so that the blood began to go down easier and quicker. [...]

([Sue:] “Was the dream I had some months ago involving sessions about my shoulder legitimate?”)

For upon his shoulders rests the burden of what he owns, and he fears with a steady, nearly unending panic that he will not be able to keep this, through ill health. [...]

[...] We see here the head of ‘the Dean’ that rests upon his shoulders, and the intellect that demands discipline. [...] And without that spontaneous discipline, there would be no ego to sit upon the shoulders and demand discipline. [...]

[...] There could also be a play on words here, in that Maxine is wearing one of the old-fashioned square-shouldered two-piece suits in style then: Suitable, suit. [...]

[...] The best he could do was to get the table up to shoulder height at the most, and I believe this to be a somewhat generous estimate. [...]

[...] I could not see the man’s head or shoulders, or even his waist. [...]

[...] She had short straight light brown hair, and smiled down at me over her right shoulder. [...]

If Ruburt now and then wants to cry on your shoulder, let him, and comfort him. [...]

[...] I touched her shoulder and called her name a few times, as Seth once suggested I do, and she came out of the trance easily enough. [...]

It is easy enough to look at those belief structures and shrug your shoulders, wondering at man’s distorted views of reality. [...]

[...] Last night in bed she was very sore and uncomfortable in the head, neck, jaw and shoulder areas especially—so much so that she slept late this morning, when finally she did get to sleep after 7 AM. [...]

[...] Burdens will drop from your shoulders when you begin to see yourself unburdened.

[...] Quite naturally, it seemed, I now realized that I was seeing a robed figure standing in a doorway, just beyond Jane’s right shoulder as she faced me seated in her rocker. [...]

[...] My touch on her shoulder helped; her crying subsided but continued as she called to me. [...]

(Last night Peggy Gallagher told us that she is following the suggestions given by Seth in the unscheduled 238th session, but hasn’t noticed any improvement yet in the “bursitis” in her neck and left shoulder and arm. [...]

[...] If the world were falling down about your shoulders, you would only too clearly understand that “earlier” you were reacting to an imagined and not a real situation.

[...] I succeeded in talking to him, and saw by his shoulder patch that he was a sheriff.

[...] He favored certain portions of the neck and shoulders. [...]

[...] The shoulders of the mirror image hunched over, and grew more narrow. [...]