“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“Blacks that speak loudly.” [...] The heavy type for The Art Shop on the bill is prominent; when Jane opened the double envelopes and saw this she said it was black printing. Actually it is in dark blue ink against yellow paper, appearing almost black.

[...] Blacks that speak loudly. [...]

[...] My job is to do the backgrounds and to add gray, black and white halftones with the pencils. [...]

[...] Caroline Keck’s handwriting on the object is in blue; hence no black appears on the object. Perhaps Seth interpreted the blue as black, however, then substituted it in the upper left corner.

Black coffee or tea, or coffee with sugar and no milk. [...]

[...] Black print or lettering or writing in a right-hand corner, extending outward toward the center.

The black man is somewhere a white man or woman in your time. The white man or woman is somewhere black. [...]

[...] This one wasn’t a “Roman,” though, but a series of very vivid impressions of myself as a black woman on the island of Jamaica, in the Caribbean Sea. [...]

(She enjoyed the exchange a great deal, she made sketches while speaking on such subjects as the many facets of the electron and its behavior; time and its variations; gravity, its changes with motion, and its attributes in the past, present, and future; the velocities of light; mathematical equations; astronomy, including perceptions by telescope of the future as well as of the past; the structure of the earth’s core; earthquakes and “black” sound/light; language, including glossolalia and her own Sumari; pyramids, coordination points, and so forth. [...]

[...] There is far more evidence for reincarnation and life after death than there is, for example, for the existence of black holes. (With amusement:) Few people have seen a black hole, to make the most generous statement possible, while countless people have had private reincarnational experiences, or encounters that suggest the survival of the personality beyond death.

[...] The subjective evidence of dreaming, for example, is far more “convincing” and irrefutable than is the evidence for an expanding universe, black holes, or even atoms and molecules themselves. [...]

Now spontaneously he would give more sessions for others, quite happily and easily, but in the framework of the situation, the black or white aspect holds back such expression. (Pause.) He would probably see more groups, as you both did at 458 together, were it not for the black or white thinking, but this would be in response to quite spontaneous urgings to do so. [...]

(Pause at 10:20.) It goes without saying that this is all black and white thinking. [...]

[...] The feelings of resistance do not signify cowardice, but quite spontaneous objections to activities that largely go against his grain, and certainly when they are presented in such a black or white framework to begin with. [...]

There is a definite connection between his desire to stop smoking, and the fact that he has found silver threads among the black. His ego image, or in this case Jane’s ego image, is that of, among other things, a black-haired young woman, and that of a woman writer who smokes.

(“Gray, black, white.” Jane suggested these connections: The gray, or aluminum, color of the metal cap; the black section of the cap I heated in the candle flame; the white paper upon which I wrote the date and other data concerning the cap.

[...] Both items came from a gathering of friends at our apartment last Friday evening, October 7. The dark color on the end of the tab is carbon black from a candle flame. [...]

[...] Gray, black, white. [...]

[...] And that’s how say “black” magic works. [...]

[...] This one was fully grown and bore a heavy coat of mixed black, brown, and gray hair; the colors exactly matched those of the tree trunk. In the gloomy day we couldn’t see eyes in the black face. [...]

The comical series of events involving Floyd, one of his sons, and another helper had started this noon: “Hell, Rob, it’s a coon!” a surprised Floyd called down to me from the roof of the house, after the beam from his flashlight had illuminated the black mask across the animal’s face and made its eyes shine as it crouched at the base of the fireplace chimney. [...]

[...] If they are unpleasant feelings then be aware of them as you would be aware of black clouds that pass your window. [...] But when you shove one black cloud against another black cloud you can have one hell of a storm so you do not have to retaliate, therefore. [...]

[...] It is as if the sky then decided to reject the black clouds and then, through association, decided to reject the white clouds; and, through association, to reject anything at all that might appear within it. [...]

[...] The photo of him that Jane received in the mail the other day is actually a halftone reproduction bearing the priest’s portrait and a heavy black border all around. It is a black and white photo. On the back are two crosses in black, one fairly large, plus a prayer and a quotation from St. Alphonsus.

[...] The object is printed in black, which of course is a dark color. Seth’s use of the word color may refer to something other than black.

(I’d felt sad, staring down at the striped brown, black and white body, and remembered Seth’s material about how both parties in any death share the experience. [...] I kept a box of cat goodies out there to give black dog [as I call her, not knowing her name] a snack in the early morning. [...]

[...] The unconscious, the color black, and death all have strongly negative connotations in which the inner self is feared; the dream state is mistrusted and often suggests thoughts of both death and/or evil. [...]

[...] I saw a large black winged ant crawling on the back of Jane’s rocker, close to her head. [...]

[...] The color black assumes stronger tendencies in its connection with evil — something to be avoided. [...]

[...] There is a brown high grass in this one area and the bottom of the trees is black and there are large berries. [...]

The Monchuco were here and worshipped a half- bull, half-woman deity and the bull was a black one and sacrifices were thrown into the sea. [...]

(9:45.) Ruburt’s fears gave him a black-or-white attitude; he must be public or private. [...]

[...] I’ve had them for some time, actually, and they involve either black-and-white or color illustrations for some of my own psychic adventures, perhaps to be used in a work like Through My Eyes. [...]

[...] Dark circles like black button shapes. [...]

[...] The black buttons on Blanche’s death—the dress she wore. [...]

My heartiest wishes to you both, and my assurances to Ruburt that he is indeed out of the black woods.

[...] There is a brown high grass in this one area and the bottom of the trees is black and there are large berries. [...]

The Monchuco were here and worshiped a half bull, half woman deity and the bull was a black one and sacrifices were thrown into the sea. [...]

[...] In the dream I was drawing foot-high oval letters in black ink, but was worried about doing a good job because my hand was shaky. [...]

[...] Both were younger than their years, both had shining black hair. [...]

[...] It is printed in heavy black type on yellow card stock; the back is blank. [...]

[...] The ticket is printed in bold black type on yellow card stock. [...]

[...] Jane said she believed the strips referred to the black printed lines of the object. [...]

(“And a solid horizontal line, black or dark". [...] There are solid black lines on the object—both the border and the pattern on the shirt. [...]

[...] And a solid horizontal line, black or dark. [...]

[...] Thus part of the black border on the object, or the pattern on the shirt, would appear horizontal if Seth picked this data up in a somewhat literal way.