“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“Red or blue.” [...] I used a period after the word postmark however in the notes, so consider the red and blue separately. Jane made the notes on the object with a dark blue or gray pen that gives the impression of dark blue. She said she felt red or blue refers to the fact that she uses two different pens in correcting manuscript—a red one and a blue one; but we are not sure.

[...] Red or blue.

[...] She explained a bit later that she’d been upset—and blue afterward—about going to hydro this morning. [...]

[...] All in all, Ruburt handled this morning’s blues well—and with your help, since he told you about them, though he had considered not doing so. [...]

(I was surprised to learn that she had considered not telling me about her morning’s episode that brought on the blues: hydro. [...]

(Yesterday we received from Hal Williams of Lancaster, PA, three medications he had promised to send: a baby cream, a calindula flower extract for use on Jane’s decubiti, and a powder—also I believe based on the calindula—for her to take at 12 hour intervals for blue fingers, if any. [...]

[...] Jane wondered if the flower extract had anything to do with the little finger acting up; its color was mildly dark compared to the middle finger’s original dark blue appearance. [...]

[...] When the others look at our friends here on the fancy blue couch, they see a picture of true organization. There is an individual here and an individual here on the blue couch with space between. [...]

[...] And consciousness that has different perceptive mechanisms than your own is unaware of our now famous blue couch. [...]

[...] When the others look at our friends here on the fancy blue couch, they see a picture of true organization. [...]

[...] Consciousness that has different perceptive mechanisms than your own is unaware of our now famous blue couch. [...]

[...] It makes little difference as long as you can sit upon your blue couch. [...]

With winged brains
We swoop and swirl
Inside the blue bell
Of the outer world.

[...] She’s had a lot of difficulty with it for the past few days, and has been blue and quite uncomfortable while trying to lay on her back.

(“That terrible bout of the blues that I had for the last two or three days is gone,” she said. [...]

(I meant to note with yesterday’s session that on Friday I received from Blue Cross four notices of claim denial—for April—July, August and September. [...]

(Margaret Bumbalo gave Jane a colored-glass butterfly of yellow and blue-stained glass, opened flat for a wall decoration, and fastened by a suction cup. [...]

(Bill’s mother was fascinated by the relationships of numbers, Seth said, and the color blue. [...] Peggy recalled that Bill’s mother had been buried in a blue dress, which upset Bill’s father very much; and that Bill’s mother had many blue dresses in her wardrobe.

[...] Seth also asked Bill not to tell us any more about his family relationships; presumably so that more material Seth came through with in future sessions could be checked with Bill’s knowledge, as in the blue dress and the bookkeeping incidents.

[...] At the end of the session Seth told the Gallaghers he had deliberately given the information about Bill’s mother being a bookkeeper and liking the color blue, in order to show them that valid information had been produced, no matter what its source.

[...] I knew at once that these papers represented three payments of money from the Major Medical division of Blue Cross. [...]

(Indeed, I’ve been worrying a lot lately—at times—about whether we’d even be considered by Blue Cross for the major medical payments—so I’ve also been worrying about what we’d do if this worst scenario came to pass. [...]

(“Blue. [...] Jane wore her favorite blue sweater Friday evening, October 7,1966, the evening which furnished the two objects used in tonight’s envelope experiment.

[...] The sleeveless blouse was a little too chilly and she put the blue sweater on. Jane had planned to wear this sweater Friday evening, and had already applied blue eye shadow to match.

(Jane is not sure, but she believes Marilyn could have worn a blue Poorboy sweater Friday evening, one of very dark blue. [...]

[...] I explained the two letters I’d found in the mail last night from Blue Cross. [...]

(Seth made this observation because before the session Jane had remarked that she can still get “pretty blue at times.”)

(As we got ready for lunch I told Jane that this morning I’d awakened stewing again—about Jane, but mostly about the long delays involved in getting the Blue Cross—major medical insurance benefits straightened out. [...] I told Jane that we may never hear from Blue Cross, since they’ve already turned down the claim once because the hospital was late in sending them her medical records. [...]

(I recently finished the blue man that Seth refers to. [...] The oil is very successful, and is done in blue and green.

[...] And your blue man. [...]

[...] Seth stated that his mother “was fascinated by numbers,” loved the color blue, and was inordinately fond of flowers. After the session Bill Gallagher told us his mother had been a bookkeeper, was buried wearing a blue dress—blue was her favorite color—and that she was indeed very fond of flowers.)

[...] Wind, and blue, perhaps a dress.

[...] There was a yard, and trees, and a blue simulation of blueprint paper in back of the floor plan.

[...] Then, it was followed by a short scene of a sailboat on sparkling blue water. I recall no figures; the sails were a beautiful rich brown, as of woven material or leather; the design of the boat, while simple, was primitive; the water was brilliantly sparkling, the sky very blue.)

[...] It hadn’t sounded like him—only her, speaking somewhat haltingly and not too clearly as she lay flat on her back in the hospital mud bed, with her broken right arm held snugly against her ribs and chest by the blue and white canvas sling. [...]

[...] “I feel about as much like having a session as a blue hornet,” she said with unwitting humor as we sat waiting for Seth to come through. I replied that I didn’t know any blue hornets with which to make comparisons. [...]

(A long pause, well over one minute; eyes closed.) His poetry copies were in a room predominantly blue, light blue, and pink. [...]

[...] After I’d finished the session, especially the last portion and my notes about my own reactions, which upset Jane, she told me that yesterday she’d actually been very blue the last hour I was there. [...]

[...] I said that maybe by now she’d learned how to cut the blue periods shorter — a sign that we were learning something after all.