“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She was still uncomfortable, so I turned her on her side earlier than usual. [...]

[...] The long working time—perhaps three years—spent on “Unknown” evidently allowed that project to accumulate strong psychic charges on my part; when doubts or challenges arise in conflict with the work on the book, I would react in uncomfortable ways occasionally.

(At 3:35 She was rather uncomfortable on her back, feeling spasms from the catheter, and being hot and sweaty. [...]

[...] At break Linda brought in Jane’s aspirin and Darvoset; my wife has still been uncomfortable while lying on her back. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s condition is improving, however, and there is nothing to worry you here in any important manner, though Ruburt of course is most uncomfortable. [...]

[...] It is, of course, necessary that you learn through direct experience; and my warning you against various uncomfortable effects would not mean nearly as much if you did not, Ruburt, experience a few of them.

My present uncomfortable state isn’t drastic, by any means, but it is getting my attention — which, after all, is the reason I’m creating it to begin with. [...]

(Jane was blue and uncomfortable this morning: “What a way to live,” she said. [...]

[...] Just to look through a notebook is quite uncomfortable for me. [...]

(Jane was uncomfortable, up to her shoulders on two full chucks, propped and wedged so she couldn’t move. [...]

(Once again, Jane was uncomfortable because of the very humid evening.

The reason that Ruburt has been uncomfortable following sessions so far is, again, because he was afraid of hope—but hope is indeed a way to freedom. [...]

[...] Jane was ready to be turned at once: She was uncomfortable with a folded pillow placed under her right foot, so that it raised her foot up too high and placed a strain on her right knee as she lay on her side. [...]

[...] He received an overabundance of sympathy, special treats, and so forth, so that his condition brought more and more rewards, even as he became more uncomfortable. [...]

[...] She was uncomfortable, though, and talked about being turned—most unusual for her at this time of day. [...]

Now: Had Ruburt gone to a doctor or a faith healer when we began our last group of sessions, and then in a matter of a week or so found himself able again to walk with his [typing] table across the kitchen floor, some thirteen or fourteen steps perhaps, where before three were his uncomfortable limit, he might have attributed the improvement to a doctor’s treatment or to a faith healer’s ability — but he would have been impressed. [...]

(10:08.) I hope this at least is a partial answer to some of Ruburt’s uncomfortable musings, and your own. [...]

(The evening was very hot and humid; it was quite uncomfortable even through it had just rained, and Jane wasn’t sure we would have a session. [...]

(After I got up and started painting, she began to experience another series of very uncomfortable waves of panic in her sleep, combined with her aching body. [...]

(Yesterday Jane had what was probably her worst day yet—very uncomfortable indeed; she was in “a crisis situation,” as she put it. [...]