“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] You walk out of the place and time of your birth, however, as the flower cannot.

An imaginary ant, a philosophical one, might sit and in its own way contemplate how often you walked the floor in a period that might seem like a year to it. [...]

Another part of my routine at 1730, a somewhat selfish one I saw in retrospect, involved first walking and then running late at night. [...] I started out walking, but soon my nighttime excursions turned into running on those hilly streets in our neighborhood. [...]

[...] Eventually she became unable to walk.

[...] It became increasingly difficult for Jane to walk in public. [...]

[...] He took Jane on walks in the nearby woods. [...]

[...] The walk to the river is an excellent idea for you both. [...]

[...] Any ideas along these lines that you think of will be of benefit, even if only having him once or twice a day walk as well as he can up and down the hall.

[...] She put her glasses back on, got up, and began to walk about.

[...] Your individual desires and intents direct that activity of your body’s spontaneous processes — that is, your body walks across the floor at your command as a result of your wishes, even though the processes involved must happen “by themselves.”

[...] She hasn’t walked a great deal lately, but our emphasis is now on trusting the body’s own wisdom as to when it wants to perform, and what it wants to do. [...]

In Note 1 for Session 939, in this Chapter 12, I quoted myself as telling Jane last December 1 that she hadn’t walked for “two weeks over a year now, I think it is. [...] At the finish of Dreams, her span without walking has increased to 14 months and 22 days. [...]

Some ideas came to me as I was taking a walk late one evening during the days I worked on this note. [...]

[...] There are reasons—creative reasons—why she can’t walk now, or write in longhand. [...]

[...] I was also positive that with their publication, Jane’s symptoms—especially her walking difficulties—became considerably worse. [...]

[...] As Jane had dictated to me in her own session for April 1—the first one presented in these essays—during those early weeks of 1982 her walking, writing, and hearing began to deteriorate markedly. [...]

You did well today, encouraging him in his house walking. Your original “walk for joy” was an “absolute” by contrast making his attempts seem futile. [...]

[...] When I was walking out the door for home tonight, I realized that even so I’d forgotten to read the session to Jane, so I went back into 330 to do that. [...]

(Last night we went for a walk: Jane said she was disappointed in my reaction to her ability to walk a little better, and so was worse when she went to bed. [...]

(According to a relative of Miss Callahan’s that Jane saw this morning, March 6, yesterday Miss Callahan talked quite coherently of the “lovely walks” she had been taking lately with her two brothers, both of whom are dead. [...]

On the gallery walk. [...]

[...] It might be of benefit if you concentrate before sleep upon a simple projection that involves leaving the body, walking out into this room, for example, (the living room) or perhaps strolling around the block.

[...] In dreams you journey through inner realities as actually as you walk physically through the matter of the physical world. [...]

(Pause.) Today’s mail shows of course the better side of your readership, letters from people in many walks of life who are not fanatics, but who are normal individuals who recognize quality and who are seeking it. [...]

[...] Her walking continues to improve, as well as her anatomy generally. [...]

[...] It will be easier for Ruburt to do his walking routine. [...]

[...] Walks, rides, people. [...]

[...] No physical person will walk that road, however. [...]