“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Seth came through with a page or so of material for Jane, then wound up the session at 11:48 P.M.

[...] She was turned on in trance, wound up, her pace considerably faster than it’s been lately.)

[...] I certainly do not like to wound your egos in this manner. [...]

Frank Watts made a few stabs in that direction, and almost got severely wounded. [...]

You are also somewhat idealizing the past, however, so you did not simply get the information “straight on,” but you received it in such a fashion that it made its own psychological points also, and was furthermore wound into other action not only within that dream, but in a series of dreams.

[...] A few days later I wound up in the emergency room of one of our local hospitals—and there, all too quickly I became familiar with the medical profession’s battery of testing paraphernalia. [...]

[...] In your relationship with your parents for example, such a psychic expansion of self would allow you to absorb your own awareness of their sometimes painful existence, and you would feel no wound yourself.

[...] Two, trapped, wounded,

And now my two wounded pigeons, bandage yourselves up in a short period of rest. [...]

This data is often wound by the dreaming self into a dream drama, which informs the subconscious of dangers, or of the probable success, of any given event which is being considered by the subconscious as suitable for physical actuality.

(Now Seth came through with half a page of material for Jane, then wound up the evening’s work with this joking comment:)

[...] I get wound up.

[...] It would not have been so serious except that in the stable as a child, you could not understand how or why your father would so inflict pain upon the horse, slamming the hot shoe upon the wounded foot. [...]

[...] Jane, I noticed, seemed to be still wound up and did not immediately retire as she usually does after a session. [...]

This data is often wound by the dream self into a dream drama which informs the subconscious of dangers or of probable success of any given event which is being considered by the subconscious for physical actuality.

[...] At the same time, this denial wounds you, because you also suffer from it.

(By now Jane’s delivery was really wound up. [...]

[...] A meeting would have occurred between Ruburt’s Mr. Burrell and Ruburt’s father in a bar in Marathon, in which Mr. Burrell would have fatally wounded Ruburt’s father.

[...] I do not like to wound your egos in this manner, and I can hear you yell ‘foul,’ but there is no actual differentiation between the various kinds of consciousness.

He (Ruburt) need not try to be the perfect self, then, the superimage—and in fact to some extent he found himself the supplicative [self], knocking upon creaturehood’s earthly door, as any creature who found himself wounded through misadventure might ask aid from another. [...]