“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

A blue blanket on the bed where they sleep.

[...] I could feel the blanket over me and my pillow at neck move in odd fashion as if my physical body was making unaccustomed movements, but thought I was motionless. [...]

[...] (The word “twin” appears on the object, referring to the size of a blanket on sale. [...]

[...] But in ordinary terms, even if my wife’s death has left me more open and vulnerable to psychic possibilities, I still shrink from offering any sort of blanket assurance. [...]

“Now on the question of ‘mental disorders,’ it is highly important that individual integrity be stressed, rather than the blanket definitions that are usually accorded to any group of symptoms.”

[...] But it’s as if I always felt that spontaneously, left alone, I’d end up taking away people’s comfort blankets, and I felt bad about that, even while I knew that those philosophic blankets were wormy, had to go. [...]