“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She wheeled herself back into the bedroom at about 4 AM, and went to bed with my help. [...]

Cordellas represent the inner cohesive yet free-wheeling quality operating within all reality, that gives it both its organizing structure and its great element of spontaneity. [...]

[...] But from the dictionary we learned that in archaic terms a chariot could be a four-wheeled lightweight carriage, used either for pleasure or on certain affairs of state.

[...] If all of your lives are looked at like a Ferris wheel, then this is the seat you are in when you get off, though some of the other boxes or seats may be labeled future or past.

We parked here today
and the green world swirled
jungle-quick, downtown
across the river, and like
a city bushman I was in tune,
swinging through thought’s treetops
while the traffic stopped and started,
precise as a ceremony of animals,
almost formal, engines thundering
then purring, wheels pausing,
headlights hypnotized in sun.
You walked into the bank,
making an exchange as ancient
as any tribal dance.

[...] Blue and green both being cool colors and side by side on the color wheel.

[...] She was giving the session while sitting in her wheeled office chair. [...]

(This noon, driving home from work, I pulled a muscle in my right side while wheeling the car around a corner—one of those painful things that you feel when you cough, breathe deeply, laugh, etc.)

(“But that would be awful to give up the sessions,” she exclaimed as I wheeled her on her chair into the bathroom after we’d had tonight’s session. [...]

[...] 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. [...]

I shall be free of the wheel again.

[...] He is the epitome of Ruburt’s spontaneous self, frivolous in a way of speaking but very definitely, quite of itself, filled with purpose but free-wheeling.

[...] The reference to green is interesting; my thought being that blue and green are next to each other on the color wheel and perhaps difficult for Seth to distinguish. [...]

[...] This was followed by several glimpses of a father and son, in old-fashioned clothes, pedaling about city streets on an old-fashioned bicycle, the kind with a large front wheel.

[...] Cellular comprehension is not tuned into by the normally conscious self, which is equally unaware of its own free-wheeling nature at “higher” levels. [...]

[...] I wheeled her into the bedroom. [...]

[...] These men now below the main structure, attempt to influence those of whom I have spoken, but here we have a wheel rather than a pyramid or triangle, for there is little agreement even among those directly involved.

[...] Jane has also been “walking” twice daily, using her wheeled typing table as a support — though we skipped this evening’s sojourn in lieu of TV watching. [...]

Quite sharply he perceived a particular curb at the corner of a definite intersection (York Avenue and Warren Street), and his attention was caught by the focus a curb, a slope of dirt, and then the sidewalk; and the motion of the carriage as it was wheeled up.

[...] Then I saw myself wheeling a tire alongside our blue car. [...]