“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

These dream locations are realities. They do exist, even though they do not exist in space as you know it, and certainly they do not take up space in the skull. There would be no room for anything else. As a brief byline here, I mentioned once the Crucifixion, saying that it was an actuality and a reality, although it did not take place in your time. It took place where time is not as you know it. It took place in the same sort of time in which a dream takes place, and its reality was felt undeniably by generations, and was reacted to. Not being a physical reality, it influenced the world of physical matter in a way that no purely physical reality ever could.

(Now came a second image, partly visual, partly impression. I felt the action was continuing and was still there, as though I could “tune in.” Saw several men who seemed to wear some kind of uniforms of dark green, with helmets or helmet-shaped hats on. A work crew perhaps, busy at an activity, something like an evacuation or disembarkation. I then saw one digging in something other than snow. I saw this in several successive tries to see it clearly.

(During the whole half-hour of the experiment I shivered constantly, and felt very cold even though I was covered by a blanket. The shivering was in some kind of rhythm of varying intensity.

(My enlarging sensation began on backs of hands and in feet quite soon. I believe I then either dozed briefly, or attained a very good state. I had been telling myself I would visit Ed Robbins. I became aware that my whole body felt as though it were gathering itself together, charging itself with some kind of energy, in preparation for travel. The sensation was very strong and expectant. My stomach felt empty or gone, my arms and hands elevated. Arms and legs felt enlarged. This was the peak of the experience as I waited to see what developed. Briefly, and I could be mistaken, I thought I had a sensation of being suspended perhaps a foot or so above my body.

(I had one interesting experience, before the interruption, and felt that I could have had more. I was on the sidewalk of the main street of a small town. I looked up the rather empty and depressing street a few doors to an evidently empty storefront with big gray-colored plate glass windows. There was an indistinct male personage or figure on the sidewalk before me, passing the empty storefront. I then heard my own voice coming out of the store, saying something to this effect: “Now, you’ve known me before.” At this the personage began to scramble backward up the street toward the store, falling backward as though losing its balance at the same time.)