“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] They were, in a strange way, mathematicians and scientists, but in a way that had nothing to do with physical space or physical theories, and they imagined out of their great power, a dimension of reality in which there were trees and fields and physical beings with physical bodies; skies that were blue; water that fell down from the sky. [...]

[...] The word discotheque on the napkin was printed in a blue that was strongly on the red side, although actually short of being an outright purple. [...]

[...] This serape bears alternating bands, each one perhaps four inches wide, of white, red and blue.

[...] I then saw a blue gush of water rush by to my right, like a river.

It was a good move, as far as getting rid of the blue couch was concerned. [...]

[...] But then, she added, her feelings stemmed from her being blue today.

[...] Willie, our cat, dozed on the blue rug.

[...] Jane wrote the poem with a dark colored pen; the ink is actually a gray-blue, but hardly aquamarine.

[...] Then I saw myself wheeling a tire alongside our blue car. [...]

[...] A blue blanket on the bed where they sleep? [...]

[...] The room was dark but I saw that her dress was blue. [...]

(A quick view of houses, blue sky, trees, from a corner perspective; vanished instantly.

[...] Wendell’s letter is also black and white, though his signature is in blue ink.

“Anyhow, each morning when I scatter birdfeed in the driveway of the hill house, the cardinals and the mourning doves, the chickadees and the blue jays and the other birds are waiting in the nearby Russian elms, the oak tree, or lined up on the telephone wires. [...]

(It was of a young girl in a type of flaring and belted, blue party dress. [...]

[...] It is printed entirely in dark blue ink on glossy white heavy paper. [...]

[...] They were blue-purple, and the top one had a flower in the center. [...]

[...] I realized I’d been blue and depressed for a week or more — upset because I had not heard from a publisher and also because I was encountering difficulties at the art gallery.

[...] The dreams I’ve recalled during such instances have been inspirational: strong enough not only to conquer a period of the blues but to restore me to exceptionally good spirits.

[...] When she’s really into her trance state, her blue-gray eyes become much darker, much more luminous and penetrating. [...]