“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Today I went back to applying peanut oil massage to her knees and wrists and knuckles. [...]

[...] A wrist is not held frozen because of one belief only, but because of a belief that is composed of many small components. [...]

(Was left with light feeling [not a weakness or anything], feeling as if I could rise up bodily, and quite definite sensation of having an empty space above my wrists. [...] During lunch very slight but noticeable lightness in wrists and hands. [...]

[...] It was followed by a mild yet durable feeling of enlargement in both my wrists and hands, and feet.

[...] Although as I lay on my back with my hands at my sides, and knew my hands were so positioned, I began to have the feeling that they were crossed at the wrist and lying upon my waist. [...]

[...] Although I knew they did not move, they felt as though they crossed and uncrossed at the wrists, quite often, pulling together, then repelling each other. [...]

[...] At the same time I experienced the sensation of having my wrists connected in the same way to my sides, as I lay upon my back. [...]

[...] Nondescript hair, not slim nor overly porky, with fat fingers, fat wrists with perhaps hair there—a whitish hand, or rather whitish hands. [...]

[...] You would have to be blind not to realize that his ankles and feet, his hands and wrists, his neck and jaw, have all improved. [...]

You had better break before you break your wrist. [...]

[...] My third left fingernail
Was earth, pearl tipped and turning
With the measured motion of my wrist.

[...] Caught by surprise with my arms up in the air, I quickly lowered my left arm somewhat, holding it stiff, and waved at Father with my hand revolving at the wrist. [...]

You told me this story the next morning when both young men showed up with black eyes, and Mark with a broken wrist. [...]

And a rush of motion shifts / my dry wrists /
minute yet violent, / so that I startle (shudder) /
who have been / motionless so long. [...]