“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Imagine a string of different-colored Christmas tree lights, all glowing on a given tree. [...]

[...] The people who put up the tree might experience one Christmas Eve, while other consciousnesses, tuned in to the different series, could experience endless generations¹³ — and their perceptions would be quite as legitimate as those of the light-watchers who had erected the tree.

(We left the spray of mistletoe in place over our hall door lintel after we took down the rest of our Christmas decorations.)

(I gave Jan Stimson money for ice cream rolls for the staff’s Christmas party. [...]

[...] Our Christmas tree is gone, although we kept it up through last week. [...]

“On a Christmas morning you pricked my neck with a pin, trying to fix my dress.”

[...] We went driving and shopping today, for Christmas, and she enjoyed the trip very much. [...]

[...] Your young psychologist was a case in point, with his “crazies,” your Andrija Puharich, your young people with the child, about Christmas time.

[...] Jane thinks she may sign the contracts for it later this year — before Christmas, that is. [...]

[...] My wife is also doing some poetry as a Christmas present for me—though she’s very secretive about this activity; I’m not supposed to know what she’s up to.

[...] You are like children before a Christmas party. [...]

[...] Not knowing just how to go about a seance, we had a small red electric Christmas candle on. [...]

[...] We are going to give you the week of Christmas off, for all students have a holiday sometime. [...]

[...] I remembered that we had today also received a Christmas card from the owners of the hotel where we had stopped at York Beach, Maine: Ocean House.

(It was already dark outside, but we pulled our blinds and put one red Christmas light on. [...]

In the meantime, the Christmas holidays came along. [...]

[...] This gray-brown leaf had been taped to the shade on my lamp at work for well over a year; originally I had used it as a model in doing some artwork for a Christmas card. [...]

[...] On December 7 the copyedited manuscript for Volume 2 of “Unknown” Reality came; it’s more than 900 pages long, and painstakingly checking every word on every page of that book kept us busy until Christmas Eve; I mailed it to Tam on December 26. [...]

“Not knowing just how to go about having a séance, we plugged in a small red electric Christmas candle. [...]

[...] The last time I’d suggested that she consider getting medical help had been at Christmas time, when I asked her to think it over and let me know. [...]

[...] Also, during Christmas week, when I am giving you a vacation, I would suggest that Ruburt rest from psychic affairs entirely.