“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] This often involved social divisions, for the impoverished were a mixture of blacks and “lower-class” whites. [...]

[...] Bill showed us his Japanese “tranquilizer,” a small black wooden carving he had bought in Puerto Rico.

[...] They will see the world in black-and-white terms again, with good and evil clearly delineated in the most simplistic terms, and thus escape a slippery, thematic universe, in which man’s feelings seemed to give him no foothold at all.

[...] An hour or so before this evening’s session, without telling Jane beforehand, I made a black ink drawing of the symbol below on a small sheet of paper. [...]

(Tracings of the black & white Polaroid photo of myself used in the 32nd envelope experiment, in the 232nd session for February 9,1966.)

So you, Joseph, were Nebene, and the black woman, and the Roman soldier,³ and yet you were none of those. [...]

1. In ordinary terms, various kinds of plague, including the bubonic and the infamous “Black Death,” were (and still are) spread to man by fleas carrying a bacterium from infected rats. [...]

[...] At once Jane and I named them Billy Two and Mitzi: Billy Two, obviously, because he was also a tiger cat and bore a strong resemblance to the dead Billy; Mitzi because with her longer, black and white fur she at once reminded me of the Mitzi who’d belonged to the Butts’s next-door neighbors when I was a child. [...]

[...] Our black-and-white cat, Mitzi, followed me. [...]

Just as though it had been waiting for the right moment last night, a screech owl began to sound its sorrowful descending cry in the black woods on the hill behind our house. [...]

[...] She wore a black sweater with the sleeves half pushed up and the cold white light spread up over the thickening wrist, up her forearm, to the sweater.

[...] My bedside manner may leave much to be desired, and my potions and pills are not those that come in a doctor’s black bag.

[...] It is printed in black on card stock, with the serial number in a light blue ink. [...]

[...] One of these, Steve Chase of Los Angeles, has black-tinted hair. [...]

(While napping at about 4:00 PM, for a very brief moment Jane experienced the feeling she has described as infinite blackness, or enlargement. [...]

Peg wears one-piece black bathing suit with a V-neck.

[...] He carried a black briefcase. [...]

(Peggy met a black-haired man whom she found to be “repulsive.” [...]

[...] For example, Miss Callahan’s black apparel. [...]

[...] Even your remarks about a black-haired wife meant the image of a woman in her 20’s—the-younger-than-you obviously youthful, spontaneous and cute wife; not a 44-year-old woman with experience behind her, some sense, and who could stand on her own feet, but a much younger version, youthful enough to get into trouble, and to be humorously watched in that regard.

[...] In several lives I was black — once in what is now called Ethiopia, and once in Turkey.

[...] She had long black shining hair, was quite slim and shapely, and wore a sleeveless, yellow, silk-like blouse that seemed to flutter and glimmer with iridescent highlights, as though in a breeze. [...]

[...] The object was a black and white Polaroid photo, taken of myself by a coworker in September 1960, at my desk at the Artistic Card Co. [...]