“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“I made some connection between that wheelchair and this rocker, thinking it was a wheelchair, and that big portrait you painted of the patient in a wheelchair in the county hospital where your father was,” she said. “Then I came out. I got nervous when I saw the great big thing was in the wheelchair, but I decided to go through with it whether it was me or not. Then I came out of it.”

(“I began to move it from the outside, slowly, like a marionette But then I didn’t like it, because it seemed to be in a wheelchair. I went ahead with it, but I didn’t know whether it had died, or what.” Now the tenant in the apartment above our living room began to play rock music very loudly, but Jane seemed undisturbed as she talked to me. Her eyes through most of the conversation were slitted open, her voice usual. She seemed to come out of the state temporarily. “I followed the body... through a series of chutes and came out like a butterfly.”

(Jane burst out laughing, her eyes still slitted. “Now it’s as if I’m going back into the chair, only through it, my legs going through it. Then I was racing up a flight of stairs. Then I was in the chair again, only now it was like a wheelchair. I saw a devil image walking away from me in one direction, and on the other side of me an angel image, walking away; and I knew I had both these images of myself. Then they walked into each other and blended, standing in front of me,” she said, “and while I didn’t see this as clearly, it’s what I am.”

12) old man in a wheelchair—not connected with the watch.
* Don knew a woman who was crippled with arthritis who spent a lot of time in a wheelchair. [...]

[...] Gail and Dawn clowned around with a wheelchair. [...]

[...] She even wondered “if they have any kind of wheelchair I could use to get around in …” I said I doubted if she could fit in any kind of chair until her doubled-up right leg began to open up more. [...]

[...] Going out in the yard (this afternoon in a wheelchair, accompanied by her nurse) was an excellent case in point, important on practical and symbolic levels. [...]

[...] The subject sits mute and quite rigid in his wheelchair. [...]

[...] Not in order necessarily here; at one time he feared a wheelchair, and has a long-forgotten image of his mother in one, with bent arms. [...]

[...] I got her into the car okay, though not without discomfort for her, and two people helped put her in a wheelchair at the hospital. [...]

[...] “Do you want to spend the rest of your life inside, in a wheelchair? [...]

[...] He was afraid of wheelchair connotations, but he triumphed over that negative idea. [...]

[...] A hefty security guard lifted Jane out of the car into a wheelchair. [...]

[...] Your father’s condition as always had these implications, and it did not escape him that your father, in his mental condition, is put in a wheelchair and restrained forcibly. [...]

[...] Going out in the yard (as Jane did this afternoon in a wheelchair, accompanied by her nurse) was an excellent case in point, important on practical and symbolic levels.