“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

If you consider the conscious mind that you know as one door, this is the door through which you usually walk. [...]

When your precious psychologists walk out of their bodies and tell me what is in California, then I will listen to their theories of personality and when your psychologists put on the type of personality performance that I can put on—then I will listen to them when they tell me about the ego and subconscious. [...]

[...] You have to walk around a plant on a table in order to see it from all sides. So, figuratively, walk around “time” to see yourself from all angles, and to perceive all of your manifestations.

[...] They move, speak, walk, run. [...]

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 dark and cold.

You had one brief experience before this one but did not remember, where you walked along the banks of a misty river landscape. [...]

As soon as we decided to continue, that deep voice boomed out of me again, and as Seth, I began walking about the room, pausing to speak directly to Rob or to look out the window. [...]

[...] She’s been walking around with a match in her hand for the last ten minutes.”

The conscious mind does not even know, and cannot of itself command, the legs to walk across the floor. [...]

But the legs do walk, and the dream universe does exist. [...]

[...] “You haven’t walked in 13 months now,” I said, “so how can you say you’re getting better? [...]

[...] She’s now developed difficulties with vision, hearing—especially in the left ear—walking, and practically all physical activities except sitting at her table or desk, or on the couch watching TV. [...]

[...] He tried today to imagine himself on the old Walnut Street Bridge, walking across it as he used to, carrying a sketchpad. [...]

[...] When I walked in Babs thought I was keeping that appointment …

(When I pulled into the driveway at home, John Bumbalo came walking out of his garage with a large piece of lemon pie for me. [...]

[...] I remember walking out to the living room where she writes her poetry, having finished my own work in my studio in the back of the apartment at about 9 PM; Jane’s first words were “Boy, have I got a great idea,” or to that effect. [...]

[...] Instead I started walking up Mohawk Street, around the corner toward Keystone Avenue, a block away. [...]

(Next I was walking up the center aisle of the darkened, crowded movie theatre, still in my pajamas but not at all embarrassed or concerned that others would or could see me. [...]

[...] They notice him even more now because of the eccentricity of walk. [...]

You can definitely expect better walking shortly. [...]

[...] Because of her walking difficulties she’d stayed in her office chair, which is on wheels, and pushed the sliding glass door wide open from that position. [...]

[...] “Well, I thought some of your material tonight, about focusing and bodily states, sounded like Jane’s own situation—her troubles with stiffness and walking.” [...]

[...] The new cement floor had been poured today, and although we could walk on it, it still radiated considerable internal heat. [...]

[...] I am not saying that you should wait at all until Ruburt walks perfectly normally. [...]

(I told Jane about the very excellent dream I’d had about her last night—in which I’d seen her fully recovered—walking, her hair black again, shopping, going out, meeting friends who exclaimed over her great progress. [...]

[...] Jane was very active and healthy, walking about normally. [...]

Someone in this household walked in their sleep, and opened the door. [...] Our friend Ruburt does not remember his nocturnal walk. [...]

[...] In order to do this she had to fully dress before walking down the long hall outside our apartment. [...]

[...] I walked through it and down a long chute. [...]

[...] He’s walking away, out of the chute and into this great big Seth who’s like a statue.

Have walked these shores in twilight.

[...] There are indeed two different kinds of upward-walking mammals, much like your own species, but much larger, and with infinitely keener senses. [...]

[...] He finally realizes the advantage in walking home. [...]