“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] But do not say “Your shoulders are stiff,” or “You are not walking well,” for you reinforce the condition. Say instead “You will find you can walk easier. [...]

Now your attitudes for example toward this apartment formed your reality here from the moment you walked in. [...]

[...] As you do not consciously bother with all of the calculations necessary in the process of walking down the street, so you also ignore the mechanisms that involve motion through probable realities. [...]

In the same way, it would take you some time to even walk from a table to a chair if you had to be consciously aware of all of the nerves and muscles that must first be activated. [...]

[...] Physically you begin to walk in that direction. [...]

[...] The vision involved a man walking down a road.

[...] I see houses and a couple of shops, then a narrow cobbled walk raised up high—it was a partly dirt road built up of rocks and stones that ran around an inlet from the sea. [...]

(I saw the feet of a man walking along a flat dusty reddish road. [...]

[...] Simply try to get out of bed, you see, and to walk into another room while the physical body stays where it is.

[...] It is a pleasant and easy way to achieve a projection, and with some experience you will discover that you can maintain good control, walk out of your apartment, and outside. [...]

The experience will be must less startling to the ego than an abrupt projection, and the ordinary nature of the activities, walking into the next room for example, will be reassuring. [...]

[...] A couple of days ago Jane and I heard through a friend that Miss Callahan has twice been found walking along Route 17, a main highway here, as she tried to get back to this house. [...]

[...] She walked over to the spot most positively. [...]

(Walking about the room, Jane said she felt her thoughts “lean” in just that direction. [...]

I nod and we walk out of the restaurant — Seth trailing along behind. We walk down a shaded, quiet street and turn in at a large white house with a screened lower porch. [...]

[...] I walk in the bedroom where my father is standing, complaining about his problems. [...]

I walk down a street of a town not unlike Elmira and go into a small open-air restaurant which seems to have been made from one of those hexagonal pavillions. [...]

[...] Rob could hardly walk, his back hurt him so badly. [...]

[...] A minute earlier, he’d hardly been able to walk.

[...] They stood up, walked across the floor, and disappeared in the crowd. [...]

[...] You had not seen him approach and took it for granted that he came by way of a walk that wound around a bandstand. [...]

[...] Brisk walks should be a daily part of Ruburt’s schedule in any case, and walking also refreshes the inner self.

[...] As his abilities do develop, it is even more important that he take walks, and that some frequency in daily contact with others is maintained.

[...] And yet this is in itself a division, so to speak, or a kind of value fulfillment, for the simultaneous nature of a given action is here experienced in slow motion, as a child must learn to walk before the child can run.

It is only the ego that steps from moment to moment, as a man who walks from puddle to puddle. [...]

I believe I should once again suggest, Joseph, a daily short walk for you. [...]

(11:15.) A daily walk is imperative, and a symbol, you see, of walking inward. [...]

[...] He can do what he likes: putter in his apartment, visit friends, paint, read, walk. It would be preferable if he did change his environment during this period, physically, by walking outdoors or visiting.

[...] She walked on Madison Ave. [...]

[...] The actual transition itself to normal walking is being assured by those changes that are occurring now, making the correct positions finally possible.

“I can walk normally.” [...] “I can walk easier,” does not.

[...] “I can walk with greater ease. [...]

[...] Jane again walked through the apartment. [...]

[...] She again walked through the apartment, and felt the same sensations, but stronger. [...]

[...] When I walk through our rooms and stuff. [...]

(I do want to note, however, that I met Dr. Jeff Karder as I walked down the hall from the emergency room today, on my way to climb the stairs to 330. [...]

Ruburt’s desire to walk properly and see normally is his own, yet it is also the desire of that greater nature from which his existence springs. [...]

In Framework 2 Ruburt’s normal walking is coming about in the same fashion, only you have far more clues to which still to some extent you close your eyes, as our hypothetical friends did when they lived on the same street without knowing it.

[...] He was told not to run, but walk, to slow down because it was too dangerous to go fast, because he was too nervous. [...]

[...] Each day now, I want him to take his walk, even if it is only around the house. [...]

[...] If one were to set out consciously determined to go walking for a period of two hours, twice a week without fail, he might approximate somewhat what is involved. [...] So a more accurate performance might be for one to take a two-hour walk, talking constantly the while; the combination interspersed with perhaps three short breaks.)

[...] I could not walk for perhaps a week. [...]

[...] Walking towards me. [...]

Walking down the avenue, you expect the trees to stay in their places, and not transform themselves into buildings. [...] You are most certainly traveling through the private and mass psyche when you so much as walk down the street. [...]

[...] A trip in the physical world merely represents the decision to walk or to choose a particular kind of vehicle — a car will not carry you across the ocean, so you take a ship or a plane. [...]