“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“I don’t know whether that was Seth or not,” Jane said in answer to my obvious question. It hadn’t sounded like him—only her, speaking somewhat haltingly and not too clearly as she lay flat on her back in the hospital mud bed, with her broken right arm held snugly against her ribs and chest by the blue and white canvas sling. Then a few moments later:)

Erected roundly and snug

[...] He will not get out of his snug warm body until the sun shines brightly and warmly. [...]

The wind on the arm blows the hair,
And at the base, a golden mole,
Such a speck as a peach might have,
But the hair arches back to show a gaping hole,
And each ounce of flesh is a fence,
Erected roundly and snug
About hidden landscapes, suns, and shadows,
Inroads laced with prickly shrubs.
Peer through. [...]