“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Stormy dream landscapes are on the one hand hallucinations, cast upon the inner world by your thoughts or feelings. On the other hand, they are valid representations of your inner climate at the time of any given dream. Such scenes can be changed in the dream state itself if you recognize their origin. You might choose instead to learn from such hallucinations by allowing them to continue, while realizing that they are indeed shadows cast by your own mind.

Unencountered in waking life, however, the fear might cast its dim shadow, so that you dream of your child’s death, or of the death of another close to you. The dream experience would be cast into the dream landscape and encountered there. Period.

Physically, an oak tree may cast a rich deep shadow upon the ground. It will move, faithfully mirroring the tiniest motion of the smallest leaf, but its freedom to move will be dictated by the motion of the oak. Not one oak leaf shadow will move unless its counterpart does.

Following our analogy, in the dream world the shadow of the oak tree, once cast, would then be free to pursue its own direction. Not only that, but there would be a creative give-and-take between it and the tree that gave it birth. Anyone fully accustomed to inner reality would have no difficulty in telling the dream oak tree from its frisky shadow, however (humorously), any more than awaking photographer would have trouble distinguishing the physical oak tree from its counterpart upon the grass.

[...] They may be lonely, and then quite surprisingly find themselves casting about for different kinds of experience — experience seemingly most difficult to achieve in the physical world under their present circumstances.

Since they are often frightened and unsure of the future, they are more apt to cast their thoughts backwards into their early childhoods, reaching for their earliest memories, and mentally try to gain comfort from the remembered sounds of beloved voices, only to mentally glimpse other images than they expected, or to hear other voices than those for which they yearned.

(9:02.) Man, then, has sometimes stressed the power of the imagination and let its great dramatic light illuminate the physical events about him, so that they were largely seen through its cast. [...]

(9:23.) In the case of the man who wrote Ruburt, we have a mixture of those characteristics in which interior events—the events of the imagination—cast too strong a light upon physical events as far as the socially accepted blend is concerned. [...]

[...] He made them out of wood, I think, and they served as molds or models that ended up cast in metal. [...]

[...] In all cases the letters were of the cleanest simplicity, both for esthetic reasons and ease in carving and casting.

[...] I mean that in my mind the symptoms were associated with my work as if they cast aspersions on it—quite apart from worrying about what they did to me. [...]

[...] It had to have hidden in its psychological roots the bloody remnants of the struggle for survival that now cast it in its uneasy role. (Pause.) There is no doubt that the church cast the soul in a position of stress, caught as it was between its heavenly source and original sin — but there was a sense of psychological mobility involved, one that saw continued existence after death.

[...] Frank Longwell just went out back again, to finish working; the huge yellow back-hoe moves outside the kitchen window; the air suddenly turns dark; the sun disappears; an odd cast of light covers everything; stormy, evocative. [...]

[...] Your camouflage patterns can be likened to those cast by sun and shadow upon the ever-moving waves. [...]

[...] You might well wonder why the body consciousness does not simply rise up and cast off any threatening diseases: why would the body allow certain cells to go berserk, or outgrow themselves? [...]

(Long pause.) There are organizations, patterns that people try out throughout their lives, changing often from one to the other, interpreting and therefore of course experiencing reality through many different casts. [...]

[...] He began to look at his own experience—to some extent, now—through that medical cast. [...]

[...] The brother was definitely himself, yet somehow altered in appearance, his features having an Oriental cast. [...]

In Joseph’s dream, his brother’s features had an Oriental cast. [...]

[...] Consider art as a natural phenomena constructed by the psyche, a trans-species of perception and consciousness that changes, enlarges and expands life’s experiences and casts them in a different light, offering new opportunities for creating action and new solutions to problems by inserting new, original data. [...]

[...] It was vital that the person so disapproved of be cast out. If any doubt was present then another person would be cast out or sacrificed. [...]

Now, we will begin with some material with a slightly new slant or cast this evening. [...]

[...] There are also periods in people’s lives, rhythmic times, when the self seeks to cast off certain such bindings for the pursuit and acceptance of still further data and knowledge. [...]

[...] The reds I use, being cadmiums, can take on a decided violet cast when mixed with white. [...] I did explain to her before the session my dislike of too brown a cast to features—this was one of the points we discussed, as mentioned earlier.

According to the particular case in point, the therapist should then try to point out the errors of thought and belief involved, and also to explain their more or less habitual cast.

Occult spring
With its apport of flowers
Casts its spell
Upon the land…

[...] Only in this way are they faced, encountered and cast aside. [...]

[...] You feared losing status in your family’s eyes by casting yourself completely aside into areas alien to them. [...]

[...] But it is not meant to be finished, nor cast, for it is a transition and will lead to another sculp, more in keeping symbolically with what you have learned since.

[...] The piece was of cast iron, with a soft mottled black-brown patina, densely conceived and I liked it very much. [...]

[...] I turned this light off then and turned one on in the kitchen; this cast an indirect light into the living room, enough for me to see to write.