“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Out of the blue “it” has attacked you, and your most intimate organs, perhaps. [...]

[...] As stated earlier the stamp is printed in red ink with blue added. [...]

[...] Printed in a dark blue.

[...] The color blue. [...]

[...] The package was wrapped with twine, contained a blue knitted sweater, etc. [...]

A connection with a blue saucer, with an event of 1965, winter, and with an event I believe occurring approximately 1947.

(“Blue saucer” rings no bells, or “winter,” or “an event I believe occurring approximately 1947.” [...]

[...] At nap time I’d had a very vivid dream in which I was driving a new blue pickup truck down a hill. [...]

[...] Right now I’m really blue, my eyes operating poorly; tears warmly close; yet enjoying the dark sky and street as rain threatens… the view of the mountains afforded by the windows; the rock music on the radio; the odd remaining odor of door varnish—deeply loving all of it yet swept through with something like nostalgia. [...]

[...] Would you prefer that I be as silent and solitary and quiet as a tiny pin that sits upon the blue rug? [...]

(Jane wanted material from Seth tonight on her “blues”—the mixed emotions and conflicts she feels at times when waking from her afternoon naps. [...]

He is to check with you when he feels blue, for your more objective attitude can help him. [...]

[...] This was quite vivid; there were highlights of blue and white in his hair, which was black; I also remember the highlights on the side of his face, and the skin texture. He wore a blue or black suit coat, white shirt, dark tie. [...]

A blue blanket on the bed where they sleep.

[...] Directly behind our friends there is a female in blue.

[...] There was a woman dressed in blue on the plane. [...]

(“They were blue.”)

[...] But she was blue earlier today, when various portions of her anatomy bothered her. [...]

[...] She was also somewhat blue and discouraged. [...]

(The “blue” middle finger on Jane’s left hand was better, and has been slowly improving a bit each day, yet the visit to see Dr. Sobel was a disaster as far as Jane was concerned. [...]

[...] Yet she can respond deeply to my remarks, which I do curb much more than I used to; then she ends up blue and depressed, which I suppose is the last thing she should do.

(9:49.) At the same time Aunt Sarah, unbeknown to you, might pick up a blue vase, one that you had just seen in your mind as belonging on a shelf in her living room. [...]

[...] She admitted it, that she’d been blue. [...]

[...] He should concentrate his attention upon those periods, rather than concentrating upon the periods when he is blue or upset, and berating himself for those reactions.

[...] She was in her late 30’s or early 40’s, a beautiful woman with straight brown hair and striking blue-green eyes that had a strong magnetic quality.

[...] The writing was in blue ink on white paper. [...]