“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

In trying to show him his realistic condition in the face of such ideas you end up by making him believe also that they are unrealistic, stupid, and that he should not need challenges but only the simple joy of walking across the floor.

[...] Jane got up and walked around the living room, where we were holding the session. [...]

[...] Part of the front lawn was rather steeply banked, part of the curving flagstone walk was stepped as it rose up to the porch. [...]

So even if I was focused elsewhere and my consciousness turned inward, a spotlight was thrown upon our world from that other viewpoint, almost as if a character in one of our dreams suddenly came awake, walked out of the dream, and dared comment on our waking world. [...]

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

I came into Rob and Jane’s apartment and walked into a Seth session. [...]

Three days later, Rob walked into the bathroom, suddenly blacked out by the bathroom sink and fell unconscious to the floor. [...]

[...] There are walks in space and time through which you can travel, and in dreams you have been where I am. [...]

[...] At the last moment you simply walked out of the room, and refused to have this done to you. [...]

[...] At the time the picture was taken there was a small guest house, California style, in back of the main house; here Jane recalls a flagstone walk. [...]

[...] Now she walked over to a cane chair that was unoccupied.)

[...] That recognition in a fashion comes from several fronts—from people in all walks of life, from professors, members of different professions rather—than specifically from other writers (pause), and in time that situation itself will improve. [...]

[...] If he walks in the night and is restless he will have more freedom without bothering others… (Long pause, eyes closed.) You will have to give me a moment here…. [...]

[...] Your suggestion that he walk one more time, when he mentioned a program, was excellent. [...]

While Jane has been enjoying many periods of ease and relaxation, she’s also had bouts of blueness over her general stiffness and walking difficulties [her “symptoms”]. [...]

[...] These actions, walking, talking, working, any conceivable dream action, these require energy. [...]

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

[...] As he walked out to his mailbox he felt certain the letter was there. [...]

[...] The exchange was finished by the time I walked back to them. [...]

(Now, once again, Jane walked over to our couch and perched on one arm of it, as she has done during each of the last few sessions. [...]

[...] Jane was walking on the other side of a long black shiny car hood; she looked at me, smiled and waved a greeting.

(Long pause at 9:25.) Some other civilizations have believed that illness was sent by demons or evil spirits, and that the world was full of good and bad spirits, invisible, intermixed with the elements of nature itself, and that man had to walk a careful line lest he upset the more dangerous or mischievous of those entities. [...]