“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She did very well without the lower teeth, and picked up speed as she went along. [...]

It is an excellent idea to have Ruburt’s teeth fixed. [...]

(“You said last time that you were going to say something about his teeth.”)

Now: Ruburt’s teeth further followed through, and were a kind of safeguard, for if he lost his symptoms, still he would not look good enough to go on television.

[...] Beyond that, the condition is the result of the other, so that the jaw is under such tension that the teeth are compressed and literally jolted out of their sockets. [...]

He did not think “How miserable my teeth will look.” He thought instead briefly, effectively and playfully, “When Tam comes my teeth will be cleaned. [...]

[...] He wanted brilliant teeth (humorously) for the visit of your Aerofranz (Tam Mossman), and he gave a quick but direct message when he made the phone call, that an appointment would be available before your friend arrived.

(I described to Jane my recent use of the pendulum to study my guilt feelings about her having her symptoms and losing her teeth. [...] Jane thinks I can regenerate my teeth and gums.

(Within the last few days Jane has lost several teeth, necessitating help from our dentist, Paul O’Neill. [...]

What you have then was Ruburt’s desire to have his teeth fixed, when it was obvious that he must, and his fear that he could not perform adequately at this time. [...]

[...] I asked humorously, after waiting to see if Jane was coming out of trance: “Did you hear what I said earlier this evening, about growing new teeth?”)

If you want new teeth that badly, you can grow them. [...]

(I’ve spent perhaps one of the most uncomfortable weeks of my life, since I had the two back teeth extracted last Thursday, as noted in last week’s deleted session. [...]

[...] You became anxious and breathed quicker then through the mouth, as you became worried about your teeth—and the habit causes the difficulty in your mouth. [...]

The parents who say “Brush your teeth because it is good for you, and I want you to be healthy,” may mean “I love you,” but the child would usually prefer a hug and a kiss. And if the hug and kiss is not given then the brush-your-teeth suggestion becomes an order to the child.

(However, her new lower teeth were bothering her a great deal; her mouth was so sore she couldn’t eat part of her lunch. [...]

[...] He needed the rest from it, and had he gritted his teeth and plunged back into it, he could have fallen into old frameworks—but following his inclinations, as I told him, he avoided that, and when he begins it again it will be with the relaxed attitudes that his dreams and his newer understanding are teaching him.

The condition with the teeth simply resulted from keeping a tight upper lip, clamping down the jaw. [...] The physical strains altered the appearance of the teeth, then. [...]

(“How about the teeth?”)

(“How about his teeth?”)

[...] These included promised material on my “probability dreams” involving family members; Jane’s hang-ups about finishing the two Seven novels she has started; and whether her teeth might have anything to do with her eye condition.

[...] His new or old teeth (humorously) are not responsible. [...]

[...] His mother often said that her condition might have been the result of bad teeth also, and the two are connected in his mind.

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. [...]

(I called Paul O’Neill at his home to ask him to arrange to take care of Jane’s lower teeth. [...]

[...] What does your inner identity have to do with the self that brushes your teeth? Yet surely you are wide awake when you brush your teeth, and when you dream surely you will say you are sleeping and your consciousness is dead.

[...] Jane ate a good lunch, though she had a little trouble with her teeth. [...]

[...] I fixed her lower teeth, used the Rescue Remedy Cream on her right hand, did a little mail and worked on my grocery list. [...]

[...] Some of my teeth bother me at times, and tonight the pendulum told me they do so because I’m worrying about Jane.

[...] As probabilities go, he can avoid losing any other teeth. [...]