“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I could tell that it had been absorbed, since her skin looked dry now. [...]

[...] The redness will fade and fresh normal skin will grow. [...]

My readers may suppose that they are physical creatures, bound within physical bodies, imprisoned within bone, flesh, and skin. [...]

The pores of the skin are such mechanisms.

There is a difficulty, a symptom, dryness of the skin, and some flaking. [...]

[...] He has been doing very well, and he tried to approve, but since he lost work time yesterday, his approval barely went skin deep (louder).

[...] To him, his spirit was inside his skin. [...]

[...] Seth had very recently said that Jane’s skin wouldn’t break down, for instance, yet here within the last week a large open raw area has appeared on her buttock, her right one—presumably because she usually leans to the right when sitting, putting additional pressure on that side and bottom. [...]

It was the only thing that set him apart under welfare conditions, the mark of distinction that got him to college by the skin of his teeth, and it was, he felt, what made you love him. [...]

(Slowly:) Your idea of space travel, for example, is to journey over the “skin of your universe.” [...]

[...] More will be said about this and your planet later in the book.⁵ The closest equivalent to your own kind of intelligence and being can actually be found not by following the outer skin of space, but by going through it, so to speak.

[...] If you are a good subject and your hypnotist a good practitioner, then blisters can arise on your skin if he tells you that you have been burned.

Were you born once in winter,
in Europe’s ice and snow,
when villages were dark at night
and wolves roamed the towering hills?
Or dark-skinned, did your swaddling cry
pierce Egypt’s early dawn?
How many birthdays come and gone,
how many homelands, each your own?
How many loves have whispered through
the patterns of your mind?
How many sons and daughters have grown
from your womb or loins?
What voices merge with mine
to wish you happy birthday,
and what loves within your past
lay out a feast of wine and cakes?

[...] They shed old beliefs as snakes shed skins, and they literally begin new existences. [...]

[...] I saw their dark skin—in color—against short robes. [...]

The skin of the apple must also give the feeling that it is more than an enclosure, for through it energy from the sun also comes. [...]

Now this has to do with the electrical currents about the skin, and sweat on the body. [...]

[...] The hand, pawlike, clublike, felt very cold to me, wet and clammy, and the skin had a bumpy feeling that I was not used to in Jane’s hand.

In your particular case I would even suggest that you stay away from the normally accepted sexual areas for awhile, and enjoy instead of the content (?); i.e. when he kisses your hand, and you are aware of the sensation of lip against palm and vice versa—be aware of feeling also in your hand on his skin. [...]

[...] Now bear with me for a few moments, realizing as you do so that there is in reality no distinction between the atoms and molecules within your precious bodies and the atoms and molecules that fly about the room quite innocently and free; realizing also that there is great space between the atoms and molecules within your body, and that if some very small person were flying through they would find your bodies as large as a galaxy; realizing also that the skin that seems so solid to you is very open, indeed, and does not separate you so much from the universe, as it connects you with the universe; and that there is little division between the atoms and molecules in those knees and those legs and the atoms and molecules that form the floor upon which the legs and knees seem to rest. [...]

[...] Jane was perfectly at ease, her skin quite dry and fresh. [...]