“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Twilight; remembered Seth last PM on sense data; felt myself respond... seem to... come together in my body better and felt small secret places within my body for which I have no names, relax, open, pools in the back of the ears ripple and relax. Very vague but definite idea... for book, using today’s episode with the girl and its effects as opener—

[...] At least your Christian concepts give you some twilight hopes of a stifling and boring paradise, where your individuality can at least express itself, and nirvana extends no such comfort. [...]

[...] I change a world to some extent, though in your terms I will not actually sit in a chair or walk the streets, or shake your hand, or see the twilight come, or the sunrise.

[...] The trivialities and moods, the feelings of morning and twilight would be extinguished—so he thought as you told him, and so against many of his natural instincts he tried to obey.

And in all cases, your main concentration should always be upon your daily accomplishments, joys, the domestic meal, the hour of dawn or twilight or whatever. [...]

[...] He loves to write at twilight, for example.

[...] These are not negative states on their own, any more than twilight is less natural than dawn. [...]

[...] He enjoys the twilight hour in his writing room, and though the seasons have something to do with that, still it is a good idea when possible. [...]

[...] Following the analogy (aneleogy), if consciousness were (werse) like (light) a light that belonged (belenge) to you, even when you switched it off, there would be a sort of twilight, but not darkness (darkners).

I believe that Dr. Instream was here just before twilight this evening. [...]

[...] You are all children in one way playing beneath the maple trees, dreaming in the long twilights of your adult state even as your adult selves now seemingly so independent would not know what to say to your childhood selves if you met them; but within you the childhood self must also grow, and allow it its growth. [...]

Have walked these shores in twilight.