“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

My eyes are constantly improving; and this afternoon I wanted to write down these odd sensations. They begin around the back of my right ear like tiny circles suddenly turning; or clock wheels that had been wound too tightly, being released; then the motion spreads out in concentric circles, up to the right eye, and down to the right jaw. To a lesser extent, the same happens on the right side though, there, its only beginning. And there’s the feeling of circular ripples from the small wheels, going all the way down to the right foot and toes; and with this, the feeling that these small wheels, circles, or clock-works have been too tight; constricted; and that these in the head are the “master ones” and as they release, motion is being restored to some degree all over. With this, as the wheels turn.... a feeling of clearing, maybe, like tiny windshield wipers clearing out the small circles which somehow have been clogged. Maybe as if they’ve held some kind of moisture in thickened form, that should have gone through the body.

Consider this analogy: The self as a moving circle, such as a Ferris wheel. A tree in front of the wheel will represent physical reality. The whole self, or the whole wheel, is composed of many selves in various positions, as the many people who sit on the Ferris wheel. As the wheel turns you call the person or the self who faces the tree the ego, simply because this is the portion that faces physical reality, represented by our tree. But the self who faces the tree one moment is not the self that faces it the next moment, and the operator of the wheel is never in evidence, you see.

The inner ego is the self who drives the wheel with purpose; at the same time there are many other wheels and many spokes… Our moment point analogy will also help you here. [...] The inner senses connect all the selves, and the movements of consciousness are far more complicated than that of a Ferris wheel.

The selves who ride the wheel therefore also provide some of the power that runs the wheel. [...]

[...] The free-wheeling states of consciousness can therefore be of help to him, the free-wheeling characteristic being primarily in relationship to physical reality. [...]

[...] While his beliefs are partially responsible for his astonishing facility, once in various altered states he is in a kind of free-wheeling situation as far as physical reality is concerned. [...]

[...] The present hub of the wheel, therefore, is but one prominent present, operationally valid. Cause and effect as you think of them appear only because of the motion, the relative motion, of the wheel in our analogy.

[...] Pretend that the present moment is like a wheel, with your concentration at the hub. [...]

Your journey through time, however, seems to go smoothly, colon: The wheel rolls ever forward. [...]

[...] On some occasions I wheeled and dealed, as you say. [...]

[...] Also—he wasn’t justifying that he wheeled and dealed at that time....”)

Now, again, Ruburt — Jane — will be able to go home again, in far better condition, able (long pause) finally to sit in a wheel-type chair.

[...] She didn’t tell me this or show it to me until I had wheeled her back to the card table. [...]

[...] These units are free-wheeling. [...]

[...] Your scientists are simply asking the wrong questions, and do not think in terms of such free-wheeling structures. [...]

[...] Jane and he discussed some sort of chair in which she could sit up, and he mentioned a type of vehicle like a wheel-chair-lounge of some sort, that perhaps could be adjusted for her to use.

[...] In my dream I looked out and down at the car, and saw three pieces of paper lying on the asphalt next to the left front wheel of the car. [...]

[...] I turned the car around in the driveway, wheeled her out in her office chair, and managed to get her up onto the front seat, awkwardly and with discomfort. [...]

[...] Then at close to 10 PM a technician wheeled in a portable X-ray machine to shoot Jane’s chest. [...]

[...] This in turn had reminded me of my dream of months ago, when from the elevator tower of the hospital I’d looked out a window to see checks from the insurance company lying on the asphalt at the side of the left front wheel of the car. [...]

[...] [The greenery this spring is unbelievably lush.] Then I wheeled her back in the house. [...]

According to other religions, you may be “earthbound” by the “gross desires” of your nature, “bound to the wheel of life,” condemned to endless reincarnations until you are “purified.” [...]

[...] As the spokes of a wheel, for example.

[...] As the spokes of a wheel, for example.” [...]

(Frank had an idea about placing one of our old chairs on rollers so Jane could be wheeled right beside the john to slide over onto it while she was having walking difficulties. [...]

[...] 2. Why did Jane have to start using the chair on wheels to get around the house, starting last May? [...]

[...] Your own thoughts are like the outward spokes of a wheel. [...]

[...] She wrote about a series of Aspect selves orbiting a nonphysical source self, then continued: “Imagine a multidimensional Ferris wheel, each separated section being an Aspect self. [...] But this Ferris wheel moves in every possible direction, and its spokes are ever-moving waves of energy, connecting the Aspects with the center source. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) Value fulfillment, again, is the impetus that drives the wheels of nature, so to speak. [...]