“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The difficulty with walking, physically now, is caused by the head and neck areas, which are being released. [...]

[...] You recognize improvements, but you do not see him walking better, and you are not pleased, either of you, with his vision; though it shows that great activity is going on, and that there have been improvements there also.

[...] Those impulses quicken the physical changes, so that the two go together; as in the kitchen he now feels like standing, or wants to walk from the sink to the table.

[...] You have a considerable number of people, considerable, in all walks of life who wish you well. [...]

[...] Jane got up at 5 AM to do some work, and also went for a walk around the block before calling me for breakfast at 8.)

[...] He always believed, now, that when you spoke to him in the past about walking faster than you, or not waiting for you to open doors, that you were saying to him “You are going too fast for me, and putting me in a poor social light.”

[...] Anyone who walks up the steps from the street knows [he or she is] making a trip. [...]

[...] Walk around that yard all alone at night….”

[...] This is mixed of course with strong surges of desire, and the release of that desire is all-important — for now he truly wants (underlined) to walk normally, and is willing — more than willing — to give up any fears or doubts that have stood in his way in the past.

(I couldn’t help noticing as I walked down the hall on my way out, how busy all the patient rooms were, the cacophony of sounds, the numerous visitors, patients and nurses and aides. [...]

[...] You look at him on some (underlined) occasions—far less than in the past—with great impatience and disapproval, as far as his physical condition is concerned, so that he feels he would have greater dignity alone on his knees than trying to walk with you with that look in your eyes.

[...] “I can feel them when I walk, and that scares me. [...]

[...] One thing that happened was that I was standing an inch or so higher, and I was walking pretty fast—but I was still bent way over, like I was still in my body like that first time this happened. [...]

[...] Tomorrow afternoon I suggest a long, carefree, refreshing and solitary walk in the afternoon usually devoted to painting time.

As you walk, become sensuously involved with the trees, landscape in general and colors, and if possible lose yourself in their fragrance and vitality. [...]

[...] He should make an honest attempt at those walking exercises. Some days he will know that his body wants to relax, but even then the walking should be attempted, for the improvements will have an opportunity to work along with the body mechanism in operation.

My dreaming self
Came in
And walked about.
I felt as if doorknobs turned,
Opening rooms up
In my head.

My dreaming self
Walked through
The framework of my soul.
He switched lights on as he passed.
Outside the night
Was black and cold.

[...] Now, Jane walked back to her chair. [...]

[...] I am willing at any time to render whatever services I can so render, but I do not walk ghostily through your rooms; and most certainly I do not peek through the windows.

[...] It was natural enough that he has periods of disorientation walking—but overall he has handled this well. [...] There are other times when he definitely feels like putting his weight upon his legs, and walking, and he should be very faithful about following that impulse. [...]

[...] Those who possessed such gifts knew it at once, but they must walk a cautious path while still allowing the abilities expression and insuring their development. [...]

(Today, also, Jane walked around the bed—although touching it—on two separate occasions.)

[...] She lay watching TV while I walked over to pick up the car—which looked fabulous. [...]

[...] I’m Seth,” my lips spoke.
He began walking my body about
As if getting accustomed to arms and legs.
I’d never been so astonished,
To be locked out of myself like that.

We merely construct imaginary lines to walk upon. [...]

[...] “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. [...]

[...] He was walking along a flat, dusty, reddish road. [...]

[...] And there were days in other centuries that I walked the same streets that I had walked as Pope. I touched these streets lightly as Pope; but as a peasant I walked with a heavy foot and great weight, until I learned the lessons that I had to learn, as all of you will also learn your own lessons.”

(Jane felt so “unalert” tonight that first she took a nap after supper, then went for a walk at 8:15. [...]

[...] She said that by now she felt much better than when she began the session, and that ordinarily she would have felt worse, considering all the walking she had been doing, etc.)

(At 8:45 I walked into the living room to call Jane. [...]

To become acquainted with your own ideas and beliefs you must walk among them, symbolically speaking, without blinders. [...]

[...] By now the story of that book’s conception is well known: Late one night in 1959, Dick was walking beside a canal near a West Coast beach when he heard a voice say, “Jonathan Livingston Seagull.” [...]

[...] Especially am I curious about why the hand thing when her walking continues to improve? [...]