“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] “And my arms are definitely longer, and go out to the sides farther, and I think my legs are better too—they don’t stick up so high under the covers when I lay on my back.” [...]

Natural therapeutics always operate, of course, but in your society at least there is considerable pressure put on the other side, for it is the natural person you are taught not to trust. [...]

It would be best if you were sleeping on your right side if possible (this I seldom do), for projection purposes. [...]

[...] The barrier was not death, but life on the other side of it.

[...] “It” is also aware of the state of the earth’s health — even of the environmental conditions on the other side of the planet. [...]

[...] That state of sleep, therefore, is not simply the other side of your consciousness, but makes your waking life and culture possible.

[...] I opened one of the two doors and made notes; thus, the students and Jane were not disturbed on the other side of the remaining closed door. [...]

[...] I opened one of the two doors and made notes; thus the students and Jane were not disturbed on the other side of the remaining closed door. [...]

[...] Many viruses inherently capable of causing death, in normal conditions contribute to the overall health of the body, existing side by side as it were with other viruses, each contributing quite necessary activities that maintain bodily equilibrium.

[...] They’re often only partially effective, and can cause a variety of side effects: reactions ranging from the temporary to the permanent or fatal. [...]

Now retain the feeling and follow the feeling backward for the feeling itself has smooth sides. [...]

(At once Jane sat at our living room table, which is her work table, and put her right hand on the message side of the card. [...]

[...] She dwarfed Jane as the two sat side by side on the couch. [...]

[...] If there are small side-streams now and then, they always return to the larger one. [...]

Your personalities, in a symbol now, form the two sides, the two banks, of the stream through which the material flows. [...]

Your father’s creativity, as mentioned [in earlier, unpublished sessions] had its side of secrecy, privacy and aloneness … you identified creatively with his private nature. [...]

[...] The room was lit by a candle within three feet of us on another table, and by reflected light from the kitchen on one side of the living room, and from the bedroom on the other side. [...]

[...] Seth’s manner was quite energetic, the voice on the strong side but not really loud. [...]

[...] On the one hand you said “Good girl,” and on the other complained about the undesirable side effects. [...] Only when the side effects became more and more obtrusive did either of you become frightened.

[...] Miranda Charbeau, from a French side of the family, who married into an English branch, into the Franklin Bacon family of Boston.

[...] A very far distant connection to Joan of Arc, on the mystic’s father’s side, twice removed. [...]

(At 4:48 I turned Jane on her side. [...]

[...] A nail may not choose to jump down from a window still and dance about the room, but a nail is indeed aware of the room, of the window sill, and aware of the temperature on both sides of the window. [...]

[...] It wasn’t until I was home tonight that I realized that after massaging her I’d forgotten to exercise her right leg as she lay on her side. [...]

[...] It was quite intrusive and cut through what she was talking about and thinking—which was on the discouraged side re her condition.

[...] The narrow “Avenue” had a sidewalk only on his side of the car. On my side was an abandoned red-brick grade school behind a wire fence. [...]

[...] For whatever psychological and psychic reasons, the lack of communication on that score between the two “sides” suited both. [...] There was no animosity about the situation, let alone conscious curiosity about what to do, on either side, although now I think there must have been at least an unconscious telepathic understanding and acceptance among the four of us.

From the parking lot I pointed out to our guests the windows of Apartment 5 as they marched along the side of 458 on the second floor. [...] Finally, there’s the last room with its windows on three sides as it juts out on iron posts from the back of the house. [...]

[...] Pull over—” He was lowering his side window even as he spoke. [...]

You made some comments very important to him—further illuminating how his past beliefs colors his thoughts, so that he looked at the worst side of the given picture. [...]