“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It will all be down in black and white for you before too long, however.

3. In Chapter 14 of The Seth Material, Jane and Seth gave a humorous-serious account of her out-of-body encounter with a demon, or “black thing,” of her own creation.

[...] At the same time she described what seemed to be a very positive dream she’d had early this morning, involving her dying her hair black, a white cat, and Claire Crittenden. [...]

[...] Jane and I were saddened Monday morning to discover that our black cat, Rooney, had died unexpectedly during the night. [...]

[...] I would suggest for awhile that he refrain from wearing black sweaters in general, except that I fear his wardrobe is already depleted. [...]

It is all there is black and white, including suggestions in the sexual area, why it would be advantageous, the various emotional points of resistance that would appear during such encounters, and their significance, and much more.

[...] I have had more fights when there has been racial talks and discussions on the blacks and the whites and so on. [...]

[...] Now explorers must keep records, and you are all explorers, and we draw our black sheep of the universe from all directions. [...]

[...] They think in black and white, and conflicts between their emotions, and their beliefs about their emotions, lead them to seek some kind of shelter in a rigid belief system that will give them rules to go by. [...]

(I also said that I thought today’s material was the result of Jane’s reading that intro after breakfast yesterday, which had triggered her day-long black mood of despair. [...]

[...] The envelope, the black envelope, was obviously a symbol, but it did enable Ruburt to see the name of the woman who was sending the message. And the import of the dream was clear to him merely in the perception of that simple data, the black envelope, with the return name in the left hand corner, and though he does not recall it, his name on the envelope as the person to whom the communication was sent.

[...] “I looked down and saw that I wore black shoes and white socks, like little kids do, like I look in some of those old photographs.” [...]

[...] I took a shower, ate breakfast and fed the cats, put the trash out to be picked up by the service we subscribe to, and gave both Classie and “Black Dog” — whose name, Margaret Bumbalo told me, is Missy — snacks of dry cat food. [...]

[...] When you indulge in such black-and-white thinking, you treat your ideals shabbily. [...]

[...] White, with one black circle on it, or on the portion facing upward.

[...] Closer, I have the impression of a black and white photograph, with two faces in the foreground, and shadow-shapes in the rear, through which lighter portions show.

[...] As Bill Gallagher walked down the hall away from us upon departing, I saw that he wore a long black coat with I believe a hood upon it—a garment quite like that he wore in the vision, and one I possessed no special knowledge of in his wardrobe.

[...] You have both made some rather important connections lately (long pause), that can only serve to remind you of an important point: Ruburt’s “symptoms” should not be regarded as one black blot of a certainly reprehensible quality, sometimes seen in a quite hopeless light, but as a combination or result of quite changeable, quite moveable, quite separate characteristics that can also be dealt with separately, moved around and so forth, relieved or dissolved. [...]

[...] It allows a certain kind of black-or-white, yes-or-no communication, with a little leeway toward a “maybe” now and then. [...]

[...] She wore a black suit, and her eyes were terribly red and sore. [...]

[...] “After all,” I said to Rob, “she wasn’t wearing black. [...]

[...] I want to see this in black and white. [...]

[...] I have been in one life not only black but a woman in a civilization where neither was appreciated. [...]

(She referred to four pages of material on black holes, etc., that she’d first written out last night, following a letter she received from Pensinger in Trumansburg, New York: I have a copy on file, and so does Jane. [...]