“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

You can stub your toe as easily on a misplaced idea as you can upon an old chair. [...]

(After supper Jane began experiencing a profound, heavy, liquid, watery and supportive kind of relaxation throughout her right side from head to toe. [...]

rumble up from my toes.

[...] However, the pattern was thusly: in rhythmic patterns of activity, the entire body, part by part, stretched itself from head to toe. [...]

[...] Next time I shall be a willowy spiritual young woman, treading very softly, and I shall sing the Ave Maria as the glorious sun sinks in the west...and I shall tippy-toe to your window. [...]

[...] Its very danger keeps him on his toes, and forces him to protect his life. [...]

[...] Your consciousness is holy and so is your little toe. [...]

[...] I wiggled my toes to check its presence. [...]

[...] Beyond this, at this stage, you cannot go; but recognize that you have touched your toes there, at least, and feel the acquiescence that is its basis, for that acquiescence is the foundation of all life as you know it, and all reality in whatever terms you will ever know it. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) In human beings the genetic structure largely determines physical characteristics such as height, color of eyes, color of hair, color of skin—and, of course, more importantly, the number of fingers and toes, and the other specific physical attributes of your specieshood. [...]

[...] At one time I again had the feeling, also, of a “bridge” or connective of flesh, this time from my left heel to the inside of my right big toe. [...]

[...] Her right side generally has been improving from head to toe also. [...]

[...] Not the brandy, it tickles golden to our toes. [...]

[...] Next time I shall be a willowy, spiritual, young woman, treading very softly and I shall sing “Ave Maria” as the glorious sun sinks in the west...and I shall tippy-toe to your window. [...]

[...] In that regard your consciousness is as natural as your toe. [...]

(As Jane delivered the following paragraph, I felt my familiar thrilling sensation sweep over me from head to toe, quite strongly. [...]

[...] Now much of the stability in your endeavor is also being provided by our other friend here (Virginia), for without the bedrock you would not find it as easy to lift one spiritual toe from the barren ground. [...]

[...] Her legs are swollen like tree trunks from the fluid that has collected in them; her toes are like sausages. [...]

Now you must be on your toes then, and you will be if you do not move ahead of time. [...]

(As the sound of the siren began to fade, my old familiar sensation that Seth has called the feeling of sound, swept over me quite strongly from head to toe—the rich tingling, the deep thrilling internally; I felt as though I might be lifted up; this feeling is very pleasant and sensuous now that I am no longer alarmed by it.