“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Pause.) Your mail presents you with glimpses of the people who read our books, from all walks of life, in all circumstances. [...]

[...] Again, on occasion he promised himself that if he walked normally he would be only too glad to perform in such ways. [...]

[...] I was telling everybody that Jane had just spontaneously recovered her health and the ability of walking: I could see dimples in her knees as she moved about. [...]

(“What was Bob McClure’s role in my dream of Jane walking last night?”)

[...] Overall, her moods have been better, her walking doesn’t hurt as much.

[...] For him the change of walking barefooted to wearing shoes and back again, allows the body beneficial alteration of posture.

[...] The dream in Framework 2 is as much a definite plan for a normally walking body as any Oversoul Seven that did result in the book. [...]

(10:10.) There is no difference between the idea of a book and the idea of a normally walking body. [...]

[...] Forget the details that you think must happen before Ruburt can walk properly. [...]

[...] It is Ruburt who must walk down the street.

Ruburt can walk down the street, easily and naturally. [...]

[...] A man walked out into the street and was killed by a falling brick. What made this one person in the entire building walk out?”)

[...] They emphasized the fact that he could indeed walk better.

[...] and we do not walk on the surface in this class. [...]

When he finds himself thinking that he cannot walk properly, have him at least recognize the thought, as a thought and belief. [...]

On a physical level the dream had another meaning—that after awhile he will not be worried about stairs and walking. [...]

[...] This was important however for alignment, and will affect walking of course beneficially. [...]

[...] But in many of your discussions, there has only been surface thought and surface feelings—and we do not walk on the surface in this class. [...]

[...] He is afraid, literally, walking the streets of Saratoga, sneaking in and out when he visits. [...]

[...] She had difficulty then and could not walk well. [...]

[...] One night he stood at the kitchen window, and quite without drugs saw a rainy puddle below suddenly turn into an alive, beautifully fluid creature who stood up and walked while the rain slid off its liquid sides.

[...] While the experience was exhilarating, it could have turned into a “nightmare” had his conscious mind not clearly understood; had he walked outside, for example, and found himself encountering living creatures rising out of each rainy puddle; and if for the life of him he could not have turned the creatures back. [...]

[...] I thought about going for a walk, but didn’t…. [...]

and nearly walk,

That night, though, I dreamed that I was walking along the beach in the usual direction I take. As I did so, I wondered what would happen if we had an incoming rocket attack in camp while I was out walking. [...]

The next morning, I was all ready to go for a walk when I remembered my dream. [...] The place of impact was the exact area where I usually go for my walk.

[...] I usually spend every Sunday afternoon walking on the beach. [...]

[...] You will walk down many alleyways and many front avenues, and so you have and so you will again, but in this life you will walk them together, as you knew you would. [...]

And yet, as a gardener sometimes at night walks through his garden and observes his plants—and gives added fertilizer to some—and waters others—and arranges others so that they get more sun—so your own entity walks through your soul and whispers instructions. [...]

(Starting yesterday, Jane began her walking exercises with the typing table by using a pillow under her arms. [...]

A man who makes shoes may see his customers, but he will not know what roads his customers walk in his shoes—and you cannot know the mental and psychic changes for the better that the books are making in parents and their children. [...]

Another boy appeared, standing in the middle of the walk. You had not seen him approach, and took it for granted that he came by way of a walk that wound around a bandstand. [...]

[...] He has often waved to Jane and me as we walked past. Jane always waves to him whenever she walks down Water Street, which is at least three times a week.

One note here: Ruburt’s disinclination to walk outside is another instance of mother identification