“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

One of the men carries a brown cardboard large envelope, or folder, with strings on it, and records inside.

A brown object, small, of wallet size, containing plastic partitions. [...]

[...] Perhaps brown and gray. [...]

[...] One time I saw a group of men and women walking out of a deserted house into a field of knee-high brown weeds, and heard them talking plainly.

[...] It involved Bill’s father William [Jane hadn’t known the name of Bill’s father], and an older man with brown hair whom Bill looked upon as being in a position of authority. [...]

[...] Then she remembered a stinking stall with dirty straw, and “three men wearing dirty brown robes, of pretty rough cloth.”

[...] The stems have acquired a woody, brown texture. [...]

[...] I remember that it resembled a beetle, was about half an inch long, was a beautiful light red-brown color, and lay helplessly on its back with its legs thrashing. [...]

[...] All of us kids in the neighborhood had been fascinated by the deer, which had been painted brown. [...]

[...] (Pause.) Light brown, fairly new in appearance, having I believe about its edges brass or gold colored bands of some sort. [...]

[...] It is brown, with tinges of orange or red.

[...] [I do not know how I felt so sure this was mother and daughter.] The little girl, with brown long hair and some kind of short nondescript dress, stood with her back to me. [...]

(To me:) Now, you remember, because of one of your experiences and something I said in a session—or, rather, another portion of me said in a session —having to do with the fact that Seth II, if you could perceive him, would be as small as a brown nut. [...]

(My correspondent had thick brown hair, a slim muscular build, a wide generous worried mouth, a squarish jaw. [...]

[...] And she was in the act of stomping down, repeatedly, upon a small white and brown dog, with her right foot. [...]

[...] The card table we used had a plain brown top; but perhaps Seth referred to something else.

“Physically you would find me a mass smaller than a brown nut, for my energy is so highly concentrated. [...]

A brown or red binding. [...]

[...] The grass began to change color from brown to a pale yellow-green. [...]

[...] It seemed smaller than the golden brown eagles that soar around the mountains nearby. Perhaps it was a young eagle, or a large hawk with slightly more brown or golden feathers than our bird books show. [...]