“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Therefore the burned feet kept you there, yet the burn itself you accepted as a symbol of your fear that you would get burned if you did stay. You made the feet more susceptible to the rays of the sun, rubbing salt into the wound, so to speak, by wading in the ocean.

(While Jane and I were on vacation in Florida in July, I rather severely sunburned my feet; I had trouble walking for several days, but was able to drive home on schedule. The episode took place while we were staying with Jane’s father and his wife in Daytona Beach. I thought it most peculiar that only my feet burned when the rest of my body was equally exposed. I also gave suggestion on my part credit for saving, in the nick of time, what could have been a much more stringent situation, possibly averting disablement.)

Give us a moment. You felt that the situation was too hot to handle. You were afraid of getting burned. You were even frightened enough lest you lose your own footing in the psychic atmosphere. You wanted to leave but felt it best that you stay, since Ruburt sees his father so infrequently.

[...] It burned within a foot of my left hand. The flame had now increased perhaps a quarter of an inch in height, and burned steadily at that level; this meant an increase from 3/4 of an inch to one inch.

[...] No windows were open, and by measurement I determined that the candle flame burned at a remarkably consistent 3/4-inch height. [...]

[...] But the candle flame now burned at this new height just as steadily as it had before the increase, and continued to do so.)

(The day after the last session Jane realized that she had burned herself on the back of her right leg, just above the heel. While it was not overly severe, the burn was deep enough to have formed a scar; yet she could not recall when she had been burned. [...]

[...] Checking, she discovered that while in her usual position with her feet up, the burn coincided exactly with the edge of the seat. [...]

[...] We’ve been educated to believe that if the flesh is touched by fire as hot as that in the pit, that flesh will inevitably be burned; yet it wasn’t.)

Now: apropos of your firewalker, fire of that temperature would indeed burn the flesh if it touched it in your practical reality.

[...] The man believes his feet will not be burned. [...]

[...] In the dream I saw myself as a rather corpulent older individual wearing robes as they do in the Middle East; at an elaborate feast I watched mice being burned alive in a special gadget, before we skinned and ate their corpses. [...]

The fire was supposed to burn away any disease, and mice were all too numerous. [...]

[...] You do not appreciate your own dream, or your appreciation of it is too remote—and yes, it does contain some reincarnational data, for it shows you a moment in a life when a decision was made, even though the emotional disgust that you felt at the time was separated from you—for the mouse at the time stood not only for itself but also for the victims of war, burned bodies you had seen while soldiers went about the remains to see what loot might be left.

[...] Then imagine that it is burned to the ground and the remaining rubble carted away and burned. [...]

[...] If you are not ready to burn down the structure itself, imaginatively, then you are not prepared to rid yourself of the negative behavior, you see. [...]

My fingers are leaves that rustle and drop.
Birds fly through the eyes of my skull.
Clouds float atop my spinning head
And stars burn the moons of my toes.

Mountains and hillsides cut through my arm.
Rivers fly past my pulse
Generations of ghosts laugh at my talk
While my tissues burn and go up in smoke.

[...] The holes are not big enough to see much,
But dreams travel wondrous wires.
Fires brighter than autumn moons
Throw leaping shadows on the arm.
Days and nights burn like stars
In the twinkling meadows of the skull,
And through the fence of peach-blooming flesh,
Other fruits blossom, beyond reach.

There is a church that has burned down and the place is known for an uprising that occurred years earlier. [...]

[...] This is a particular area, a waste area, that has been somehow ravaged and perhaps, once burned, you see. [...]

There is a church that has burned down and the place is known for an uprising that occurred years earlier.

[...] This is a particular area, a waste area, that has been somehow ravaged and perhaps, once burned, you see. [...]

[...] She died from burns. [...]

(And Sarah, the first one, if she hadn’t burned to death she would have died anyhow at 17. [...]

[...] It wouldn’t have burned so, but it had grease on it, the grease caught the flames.

There is no difference between the energy that shapes your ideas and the energy that grows a flower, or that heals your finger if you burn it. [...]

[...] He ran to the stove, touched it, and as he burned but only slightly his right hand, the door slammed nearby very loudly.

[...] The sound of the door was associated with the burn in his mind. [...]

He stuttered because the pain from the small burn through subconscious association became, for the first time in this existence, penance for the barely remembered past offense. [...]

[...] He does not worry that he will be burned. [...] His feet are not burned simply because he has faith that they will not be. [...]

[...] Among them are: cogeneration, the use of waste heat from manufacturing processes to generate electricity; solar radiation; ocean waves; new, more sophisticated methods of burning coal so that it’s much less polluting; subterranean heat; the production, from municipal solid wastes, of ethanol (alcohol) as an excellent substitute for gasoline; the burning of biomass — waste materials from the home and farm; various methods of deriving energy from the vast oil shale deposits in our western states; the establishment of “energy farms” of trees and hydrocarbon-generating plants; energy reservoirs of pumped water. [...]

Days and nights burn like stars

[...] The body often clears out, or tries out, its own processes — perhaps by being feverish for several days, and then by lowering the temperature once unwanted materials are burned out, so to speak.

[...] Her cigarette had now burned down, and to put it out she groped about for the ashtray on the table, as she talked.)

[...] These actions burn almost like twin fires in different worlds, but they illuminate vastly different landscapes. [...]

[...] Jane and I are reasonably sure a candle was burned on the coffee table that evening, Friday, April 15. [...] Incense is also burned, usually in a joking manner because we bought some we didn’t like. [...]

[...] It now burned quite steadily at this low point, just as it had burned equally steadily earlier.

[...] Perhaps temperature changes within the candle could influence it after it has burned for a while, although it felt no warmer to me.)

[...] She told me again about the book-burning a priest had conducted in her back yard, when she was a teen-ager. [...]