“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Then Lizzie Roohan calls out to me from next door and I go over to see her. She is younger than I remember her; perhaps in her fifties. There is a fabulous cultivated garden nearby, perhaps several of them. Also perhaps some difficulty about neighbors who wouldn’t keep up their own land.

(Then I was watching the fire spread in the stone fireplace. Once again trying to put it out, I poked it with my stick. Instead I knocked chunks of ground out of the bottom of the circle, and could look through space at other cliffs and trails far below. At the same time the others with me cautioned me to stop poking. I realized now that the end of our ledge was held up now by only a thin column of stone, but didn’t feel alarmed at this. The stone column seemed to be aglow, or hot.

(Then I was on a vacation trip in the tropics. I believe the same group was with me. I had a pair of binoculars to watch others on the trails. There was a woman here in the dream but her role is beyond my accurate recall.

(Then I saw that someone had left the shack’s door open, and that everything, the walls, the ceiling, the open door, etc., was covered with hordes of insects of various kinds and colors, all crawling and flying about. This made me very angry, for as I felt my friend buzzing inside my hands, I wondered how I would know him from any other insect once I released him in order to help him.