“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Once these atoms upright walked

(The closest Jane could come on the hill details, then, is that it was a longer and gradual incline rather than a short upright climb; and that it raised up perhaps the height of a one-story building in the course of its climb. [...]

(Eyes now open, Jane sat upright in her chair, back stiff, each hand grasping a chair arm tightly as if to brace herself.)

[...] She had been very restless in her chair, ranging from an upright sitting position to a practically prone one.

(Finally, as Jane sat quite upright in her chair, she began feeling Seth around. [...]

[...] (Pause.) Extremely tall, as an upright, rectangular shape, and it is dark. [...]

[...] Some such characters are brave and upright; some of your heroes are scoundrels. [...]

[...] At the same time she sat quite upright in her chair, not leaning back, and I read this posture as a sign that she was still very uncomfortable sitting there. [...]

[...] All through the session she’d sat stiffly upright in her chair; hardly relaxed. [...]

If I’ve gone kinky— / legs at crazy angles— /
arms half bent— / no longer walking upright— /
a physical outcast— / and a mental speed-demon— /
well, no more apologies—from me / to me.

[...] I saw creatures who walked upright — hairy, with brilliant compassionate eyes….”

[...] She became very relaxed in her chair, so that I had to hold her upright.

[...] Yet while this was happening, my physical body sat upright in the rocker, speaking without pause as Seth:

[...] The uprights in the two picket fences.

[...] Now after our talk Jane sat upright in the rocker, her eyes closed, head back, sitting quietly with her lips moving soundlessly as if experimenting, trying for just the right approach so that the other personality could make entry through her.

[...] She sat upright in her rocker, listening, making connections. [...]

[...] She spoke slowly much of the time, and often while sitting stiffly upright.)

[...] When these effects came on, Jane usually stood upright, with her head back to some degree; this made me think of a trumpet. [...]

[...] Now as she spoke she leaned forward some of the time, as though getting restless at merely standing upright in one spot. [...]

Then, gradually, I became aware that my consciousness was settling back in my body again, but slowly, like dust motes descending through the evening air down to where my body sat upright at the table, head bent, fingers furiously scribbling notes about what was happening as if they had a mind of their own.

[...] Unaware of the passage of time, she then was awakened out of a sound sleep, not dreaming either, by a thunderously loud voice which shouted to her or at her: “Good night!” Marian told us this was so real to her, so loud and unmistakable, filling the entire room as with thunder, that she sat bolt upright in bed, fully awake and quite frightened. [...]

[...] These are the energies that allow you to sit as you do upright in the chair when you do not consciously know how your muscles hold you up; and when you begin to speak you do not know consciously with what word your sentence will end; nor do you consciously know how you speak nor indeed from where the thought comes. [...]