“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

When Ruburt feels blue he does of course show it, yet he is still worried that such moods will weaken your own faith, and the same applies to you. [...]

[...] This is the first time we’ve seen the design, and we like it very much: The long title, along with Jane’s name and Introduction by Seth, are well arranged in subtle pastel colors against a deep blue background. [...]

[...] The features are rather regular, although the nose is somewhat prominent, the jaw square, the eyes blue. [...]

[...] You have felt for a long time that you were between the devil and the deep blue sea. [...]

(Upon waking from her nap this afternoon, Jane again felt blue, deserted, and alone except for me in the world. [...]

We tried the Ouija board one night,
My husband Rob and I.
The cat sat on the bright blue rug.
Hot coffee bubbled on the stove.

[...] They were in cool brilliant color, blues or greens. [...]

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

[...] The seemingly innocuous injury, which hasn’t even left a black-and-blue sign, is quite painful at times and most inconvenient in regards to various bodily functions involving any sudden movements, as in sneezing, etc.

[...] My fingers had been red before, though never that blue, when I’d been typing, and the condition vanished. [...]

(To Sue.) Did we have a question from the blue couch? [...]

[...] I watched the ship sink on an even keel through the blue-green water to the smooth yellow and tan and brown sandy ocean floor—but instead of settling motionless there the ship began to ‘sail’ or plow its way across the ocean bottom, almost as though it were a car moving along a road. [...]

[...] I am familiar with the inner portions of your selves that you also know, however, but that the egotistical self has hidden from you, and so I must think constantly to myself: ‘Oh, yes, our Lady of Venice [Seth’s affectionate term for a class member] thinks that she sits in this specific room at this specific hour, and is wearing a blue outfit.’

[...] You see, as a painting perhaps, a bright red, yellow or even electric blue, envelope. [...]

[...] Directly behind our friends (pause), there is a female in blue. [...]

I quickly scanned the first page, written in blue ink, and caught phrases like “in a pig’s ass,” and “quit this horseshit of writing it out,” and so forth. [...]

[...] And so I must think constantly to myself, oh, yes, our Lady from Florence thinks that she sits in this specific room at this specific hour and is wearing a blue outfit but I am aware of a Lady of Florence you see, in several different manifestations in various existences all occurring at once. [...]

[...] “A date above … Buttons … some figures and a distant connection with skull shapes … the colors, blue and purple and green … and other round shapes.”

“A rectangular item with some dark coloring on it, perhaps dark blue.” [...]

(To Sue:) Do you have a question, our lady on the blue couch with the brown pigtails? [...]

[...] In the ordinary schedule he becomes tired and blue toward the end of the afternoon if he feels that he has not done enough work.

[...] Both times we were there, it was very crowded, blue with smoke.