“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Just as I turned Jane on her side after the session, our neighbor Joe Bumbalo — who is very ill with cancer — called to invite me to share Chinese food and rhubarb pie with him and his wife, Margaret. I didn’t get to their house until after 7:30 because I’d been trying to help Jane get more comfortable. The food was delicious — until two pieces of chicken became lodged in my throat as I talked. Joe, lying on his couch, saw me trying to swallow, and called Margaret from the kitchen. I could still breathe, but with difficulty as my throat muscles kept trying to down the meat. I knew the situation could get very serious, but none of us panicked. Margaret, who had been a school nurse, used the Heimlich maneuver: she wrapped her strong arms around me from the back and squeezed. On the third squeeze, one portion of the chicken popped out of my mouth. I could talk hoarsely while feeling the second portion work its way down my esophagus. To the Bumbalos’ surprise, I finally was able to finish the meal. In a flash I’d been prepared for Margaret to use all force necessary, even to the point of one or more broken ribs, as I’d read could happen. And in bed that night, I wondered what would have happened to Jane had I not survived …)

[...] When you travel through the psyche, you will also discover that your own time is automatically squeezed out of shape. [...]

[...] Other terms with which you are familiar, we will squeeze out of all recognition. [...]

[...] I was sure I knew how the chipmunk had gotten caught: He’d squeezed under the back porch screened-in door looking for food. [...]

(“The funny thing is,” I told Jane, “there’s a bowl of sunflower seeds in the garage, near the door where chipmunks can squeeze in, but they haven’t been touched for days....” [...]

When you awaken, you try to squeeze the psyche’s language into terms of definition. [...]

Their definitions in fact squeeze human motivation into an impossibly small tube of action. (Long pause.) When that tube of motivation is all squeezed out, the tube is supposed to then become empty. [...]

[...] Then I squeeze out all those things as I hold the sponge out a window; the afflictions soak into the ground where they’re transformed into positive energy and attributes.

You have been trying to squeeze the soul into tight concepts of the nature of existence, making it follow your limited beliefs. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) We dwell in dimensions that are far beyond your comprehension, and in many instances what we say is squeezed, as if through a tube, so that the knowledge may enter the relatively smaller dimensions of your present existence.

They are being squeezed into a smaller and smaller portion of his life. [...]

(Some theoretical physicists have postulated recently that when the nuclear fires of very massive stars are finally extinguished, their enormous gravity causes them to collapse so completely that they literally squeeze themselves out of existence. [...]

[...] He is squeezing the life from it symbolically and he senses the emotional (Jane’s voice sounded almost drugged here) crisis toward which he is propelled. [...]

[...] They will squeeze their identity into sexual clothes, and the society will suffer because the great creative thrusts of growing intellect and intuitions will be divided at puberty, precisely when they are needed.

[...] To hint of other abilities and dimensions of being that cannot of themselves be squeezed into your own smaller definitions. [...]

[...] Instead you squeeze yourselves dry.

[...] This squeezing of personality into a sexual mold begins early, then. [...]

[...] Say for example that a deeply repressed fear brought about the squeezing of nerves in the area of the lower spinal cord. [...]

[...] There are those who are so tightly meshed within physical reality that the soul is squeezed dry. [...]

[...] To some degree, you squeezed your exuberance into a tight fit, and tried to make a creative productivity regulate itself, to fit the industrial time clock: so many hours bringing a feeling of virtue, even if the attitude itself cut down on the exuberance of inspiration.

[...] That has to do with his misunderstanding for he has not seen, really, that he is producing work for two personalities that cannot be squeezed into conventional publishing rhythms.

[...] Figuratively speaking, it squeezed itself through the bottleneck, and there is a lack of limitation on the other side.