“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Men brought up to be ashamed of the “feminine” sides of their nature cannot be expected to love women. [...]

Women taught to be frightened of the “masculine” sides of their nature cannot be expected to love men, either, and the same kind of behavior results.

(Some interesting developments occurred as I prepared to rub her legs with Oil of Olay, as I always do before turning her on her side. [...]

(I told her I didn’t want to overdo it, so I turned her on her side. [...]

[...] It has at one time or another in various lives been on the side of the strongly disciplined portions, in which case it was greatly given to dogma, and concerned with cultural problems of punishment and law; or followed the intuitive side, in which it emerged as mediumship, and high mysticism.

[...] In the last life, as a medium, he had swung somewhat to the other side again, deliberately not using his intellect and giving the spontaneous portions full play. [...]

[...] Ruburt thought of him as being on his side, and there was no hint of accusation in Bernard’s attitude.

[...] It bore typing and writing on one side only. Perhaps the folding, giving the impression of a layer of markings on more than one side, was confusing to Seth. [...]

It is not empty on either side. [...]

[...] A high fence surrounded the block-size playground, with the two entrances on an opposite side and end from the school; hence a child to reach the school from the playground had to travel at least one full block, and possibly two.

(“It is not empty on either side. [...]

[...] Now one place they stay: has water on one side and foliage on the other, with large square openings in the front, and I do not believe here by the large square openings there is any glass. The steps are from the side, three or four. [...]

There is the other side of the picture, for his new thoughts physically regenerated the body, or allowed it to regenerate itself. [...]

[...] Now I want you, Joseph, to set up a procedure with a dream notebook at your side of the bed—a decent table or whatever to hold it, and a psychological set begun; for you have thus far not taken those simple important steps.

[...] shudders, like a car trying to start; particularly something trying to drop or extend or lengthen in the right side of my neck between head and shoulders; and my sinus drain / with this, a willingness more to walk, difficult to describe; and I feel LIGHTER ON MY FEET; though I don’t weigh much when I walk I feel very heavy... [...]

[...] Her eyes opened often; her voice was on the quiet side, with brief pauses as a rule. [...]

[...] The side of pages when the book is closed seem dusky in color, like old gold color. [...]

[...] The object is a card, blank on the reverse side, written to Jane by Caroline Keck, conservator of the Brooklyn Museum; it was mailed to Jane in early August, along with a copy of the book, Is Your Contemporary Painting More Temporary Than You Think? [...]

[...] The side of pages when the book is closed seem dusky in color, like old gold color. [...]

(Then Jane told me that the night nurse, Toni, whom I’ve yet to meet, tried to help her lay on her right side last night, for the first time since she’d broken the leg. [...] But the fact that she’d moved onto her right side at all was a help, I said, another step along the way. [...]

[...] I do it every morning—I’ll try to do it now,” she said, restlessly shifting from side to side in the chair. [...]

[...] Now I sat on the opposite side of her, and she leaned away from me. [...]

[...] She lay curled up almost like a fetus on her left side. [...]

[...] Jane was ready to be turned at once: She was uncomfortable with a folded pillow placed under her right foot, so that it raised her foot up too high and placed a strain on her right knee as she lay on her side. [...]

[...] It was time for me to turn her on her left side. [...]

(Then at 9:04 Jane discovered a sudden freedom in bodily motion: She could reach across her chest with her left arm, toward her right side, at the same time that she turned to the right from the hips—a movement I hadn’t seen her execute in years.... [...]

(It was time to turn my wife on her left side for half an hour, then take my nap. [...]

[...] Since the obliterations are made with blue on a yellow paper, the effect is on the greenish side, and very dark. [...] Blue and green both being cool colors and side by side on the color wheel.

[...] At its beginning I wrote about the soreness Jane was experiencing throughout the left side of her body. [...] Instead, she’s aware of soreness in other parts of her body on the right side.

[...] Today, for example, her left side, leg and knee were all moving in unaccustomed, more flexible ways, she reported, thus affecting her walking. [...]

[...] They also had their humorous side, since today she barely looked at her image, then afterward told me that her hair was white. [...]

[...] We talked about Karina, in the room on the other side of the bathroom between rooms. [...]

[...] A mourning dove makes its lonely lovely sound; Frank comes in to make a phone call—ordering concrete for later today; Rob is typing in another room, the FM radio station is playing a symphony; outside my side window the green leaves shimmer in the air; and again, everything seems synchronized in its own fashion; everything separate yet together. [...]

[...] In the beginning this was on your side. [...]

[...] For a few moments she let her hands lay at her sides, but since there is tension in the upper arm muscles, her arms cannot lay fully relaxed upon the bed when she is flat on her back; after a few minutes she again crossed her hands, and told me later that this was more comfortable. [...]

[...] At the same time she turned on her side toward me and drew her legs up, almost in a fetal position. [...]

[...] That is, I believe there is a close interaction between us that is responsible for the bulk of symptoms upon either side.