“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“It would be really frustrating, waiting, except that everything seems so timeless,” Jane said as we continued to sit. “Do you feel that way?” I did. The warm living room with its soft lights, and the storm outside, seemed to have persisted forever. Our house on the hill is so well-insulated that we heard the weather’s assaults as though from a great distance, except for an occasional sharp clatter from one of the metal window awnings as its slats vibrated in a blast of icy wind. Then finally:)

(10:45.) Give us a moment… Now to some extent, you see, you are both involved, but in ways almost impossible for me to explain. Do not take this literally by any means. Portions of your consciousness are alive in mine, so you are to some extent carried along where I go, as motes of dust might be swept along with a brisk autumn wind from one area to another. (Humorously:) I am not comparing you with motes of dust by any means; to some extent, however, you do share in my journeys. You are carried above the land of your usual perception so that portions of you glimpse subjective states. These arouse your curiosity even when consciously you are not aware of perceiving them. That curiosity acts as impetus.