“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Dictation (whispering). Now, if you take a physical camera with you today and snap pictures as you go about your chores, walk, or talk with friends, then you will have preserved scenes from the day’s activities.

[...] Now he walked, not simply for pleasure, but to gain the information he wanted, to cross distances that before his consciousness had freely traveled. [...]

3. “After last night’s (845th) session,” Jane wrote, “I watched television while Rob went for a walk. [...]

[...] Yet there was of course a psychological fallout, and effects that will be felt throughout the land by people in all walks of life. [...]

(“Seth, can you tell us the meaning of the vision I had the other night, in which I saw a man walking?”

[...] I went across the street to the MCI building, joined AAA, then walked home. [...]

(When I walked back downtown to the station at 5 PM to pick up the car, I was dismayed to be told that the mechanic there was having much trouble replacing the oil filter cap, that it persisted in leaking no matter how much force he used trying to tighten it. [...]

[...] The daily walk that you plan is not only an excellent idea, but had you carried this through in the past, there is a good possibility that you would not have become ill. [...]

(Jane’s symptoms, especially her walking ability, have become much worse since the last private session was held—so much so that all of a sudden it seems to be a question of how much longer she can continue to make it to the john here in the house. [...]

(Now Jane walked back and forth in the couple of feet of space between our long narrow coffee table and the divan, gesturing as she talked.)

[...] When it does not, when an idea does not come, then walk, play with your cat, do anything you want to do.

Once these atoms upright walked

[...] You cannot put a leash on them and walk them around the block, yet trees form a protective barrier about, say, a home or a neighborhood. [...]

[...] But Jane and I have seen the pattern demonstrated again and again: the visitor walks in the door, starts talking, usually about himself or herself, and seldom stops until leaving x-number of hours later. [...]

Sooner or later the man will cease walking merely from his house to his garden, and use other roads or forge new paths. [...]

By August, however, Jane hadn’t “walked,” even by leaning upon her typing table and pushing it before her, for over eight months; she was still getting around the hill house in either her wheeled office chair, or the old straight chair I’d equipped with casters last June. [...]

[...] / From now on we’ll / have to go together /
just out as far as I can / walk or swim—or I’ll go /
mind-traveling with you. [...]

“Right now I just want / to stand up whole / and walk across /
the beach,” I said. [...]

[...] I would suggest here that our hardheaded friend, Ruburt, refresh himself tomorrow by loosening his schedule somewhat, and gaining new reservoirs of creative energy, through perhaps an aimless walk, or quiet contemplation.

[...] Yet there can be danger that you forget that creative time can produce in an hour magic creations that ten hours of frightened, enforced time can never do—and that a moment’s inspiration in a bar, or with company, or on a walk in the park can bring forth world-changing theories that no amount of fearful economy of time will ever deliver.

[...] Jane has been doing well, though, and yesterday walked three times — the most in one day that I can remember offhand. [...]

(I walked about a bit while she sat waiting. [...]

[...] He drove, or rather was driven, and did not walk there, and he had an appointment immediately after.