“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Projection experiments, then, should only be tried when you are in a peaceful state of mind, as Ruburt should know after his black creature experience [described in The Seth Material].

[...] When you hold a grudge, you are like some angry, little black cloud that says: I will hold onto this moisture, and I will never let it go!” But clouds have better sense, and so easily they empty their contents and the rain refreshes the land. [...]

(Malba said it takes time to prepare for a seance, 15 minutes at least in relaxation before; a black cloth on our table reaching to the floor would help, as well as drapes on the upper half of our windows, to cover the white Venetian blinds. [...]

[...] Jane is much heavier and is wearing a black long-sleeved turtleneck. [...]

There is no danger of dissociation grabbing ahold of Ruburt like some black vague and furry monster, carrying him away to the netherlands of hysteria, schizophrenia or insanity. [...]

[...] He found a mixed world, one hardly black or white, one with some considerable give-and-take, in which under even the most regrettable of circumstances there was room for some action, some improvement, for some … creative response. [...]

[...] The original drawings were done in blue ballpoint on separate sheets of paper, and here have been superimposed and traced in black to facilitate reproduction. [...]

Three days later, Rob walked into the bathroom, suddenly blacked out by the bathroom sink and fell unconscious to the floor. [...]

[...] As she spoke to us, her jaw became more square in outline against her long black hair; her nose enlarged, her mouth acquired heavier and wider lips as they moved with her speech, and her neck thickened. [...]

[...] But seeing myself transformed more or less into plain black and white words on a sheet of paper seems dull and uninteresting. [...]

There is no danger, and I will repeat this: There is no danger of dissociation grabbing a hold of him like some black, vague and furry monster, carrying him away to the netherlands of hysteria, schizophrenia, or insanity … Withdrawal into dissociation as a hiding place from the world could, of course, have dire consequences. [...]

[...] She still had her long jet-black hair, slim active figure and exuberant personality. [...]

[...] Her images led me to search out the collection of battered black-and-white snapshots of her that somehow, some way, she’d managed to save from her early childhood. [...]

[...] And once more I had to guard my own expressions of frustration and anger; those emotions were so mixed up with my love for my wife that I even developed a perverse, almost black humor about the entire situation. [...]

While we were surveying the house I saw a young black man step off the front porch and stroll out to the sidewalk. [...]