“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

A particular man with a camera slung over his shoulder, who gets our friend’s attention.

(Peggy remembers one cameraman, out of several present, who carried his camera slung on a strap over his shoulder.)

[...] It is a shoulder variety however. [...]

[...] As for myself, I can state that by the time break arrived my right hand and arm ached all the way up to my shoulder.

A particular man with a camera slung over his shoulder, who gets our friend’s attention. [...]

[...] Above this line is the postage stamp, bearing the head and shoulders of Lincoln.

Ruburt has had some release in the past week of the jaw, neck, and shoulder areas. [...]

[...] Several of the ulcers had been incipient for a number of months, although neither of us had realized what those circles of reddening flesh meant as they slowly blossomed on the “pressure points” of her buttocks, coccyx, and right shoulder blade. [...]

Looking over my shoulder now, Rob pointed at the sketch I’d done with the dream. [...]

[...] My mother didn’t speak to me or look directly at me; like the others, she faced just past my left shoulder.

[...] I heard many snatches of a conversation between my mother and father, and I had one clear very brief glimpse of the back of my father’s head and shoulders as he pushed through a screen doorway. [...]

[...] While in desired state I then saw very vividly and with some duration the head and shoulders of a handsome man of about 40, facing me but not looking at me. [...]

“As I looked up at the soldier’s head and shoulders, I believe (with some hesitancy) that I confronted another version of myself. [...]

[...] I actually hit my physical body with a shock, my physical head and neck banging up and down on the pillow, so that my shoulders and neck were stiff for a week.

Now Jane stood in back of Bill, looking over his shoulder as he sketched.

(Once again the greeting card shoulders its way into the data ahead of the actual envelope object. [...]

[...] She also felt her head was down onto her shoulders, and this is another attribute of Bill’s drawings.

[...] “I couldn’t see his head, shoulders, or even waist. [...]

[...] Now typing up this material the next day, I must say that my reading of the clock may not have been entirely accurate; it sat on a shelf behind me and I merely looked quickly over my shoulder. [...]

If you wanted to enter a very small space you would, I presume, get down on all fours, hunch your shoulders and crawl in this imaginary hole headfirst.

Seth touches my shoulder, smiling. [...]

[...] Then he touched my shoulder and I jumped rather violently. [...]