“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The summer season within yourselves is far more enjoyable than the summer streets down which you walk. [...]

[...] At one time Ruburt could walk in the yard, you see, in privacy. [...]

(Walking into the living room before preparing for bed, I was surprised to find Jane standing silently at her desk. [...]

A short morning walk would also benefit Ruburt; even though he would resent the loss of time he would more than make up for it.

[...] I made her put on her glasses, drink wine, walk about, etc. [...]

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

[...] I mowed some grass, worked with the pendulum, helped Jane walk—she’s still taking steps—and wrote these notes. [...]

[...] Jane said the flower data earlier in the material could have given rise to this personal association: She thought of times in her childhood when her grandmother took her on a walk to the park in Saratoga Springs, NY. [...]

[...] He feels his body’s condition should tell you how devoted he has been to his work, instead of getting at it for not walking right or eating enough. [...]

[...] Like Ruburt I enjoy the wild wind, and there were many nights when we three walked down spring streets together.

Walking is, as you suspect, excellent. [...]

[...] You would walk through their fields and think that the land was barren. [...]

[...] Jane and I tried to walk along a path toward the car. [...]

[...] “If this isn’t a lot of bunk, then let’s see you or Seth walk through walls!”

[...] He is not upset basically (Jane got up from her rocker and walked about the room as she spoke, looking for her cigarettes) believe it or not, with the delay in his book publication, though this is the conscious rationalization.

[...] The beliefs mentioned added up to beliefs on a physical level so that Ruburt believed that his arms and legs could not straighten out, that he could not physically walk well.

[...] Now in your mind see that image walking out of the snapshot, onto the desk or table. [...]

[...] The table around which Ruburt walks senses Ruburt, even as he senses it. [...]

[...] Even as the tourists walk in the middle of the old Sumerian marketplaces and see only ruins.

[...] “I feel restless — like going for a walk in the snow or something….” [...]