“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Room 330 got quite chilly this afternoon—it was cold last night and chilly today—and Jane even had me lay a towel over her part of the time, since we have no heat yet in the room. [Nor does she want it yet, by any means.]

[...] She was getting a bit chilly. [...]

[...] I felt chilly, but she didn’t want anything over her yet. [...]

(Oddly enough, I remember waking up chilly in the morning last week, but do not know whether this followed the dream. I made no conscious connection with the dream in any case, and it seems to me I might have woken up chilly on more than one night last week also.)

[...] When you awakened you felt chilly; although you could not remember having been given the title, The Big Freeze, this information was translated into bodily sensation. [...]

[...] Even Jane had been chilly at times. [...]

[...] The room had turned a little chilly, and Jane had asked me to turn off the fan.)

[...] Room 330 was on the chilly side to me, but Jane was comfortable.

(Jane was actually a little chilly at times, and asked me to turn up the heat, which was working fine. [...]

[...] It took place on Easter Sunday, a chilly, gray day. [...]

[...] The door closed, the additional blankets, the relative lack of fresh air, the disinclination to get up when it is chilly, to record dreams, say, or go to the bathroom or whatever.

[...] Willy dozed in a chair; it was a chilly, very windy night.

[...] In one of them I’m on a troop train [in World War II] traveling to Karachi, India, and in the other I’m asleep in a cold barrack. I wrote in the book that ‘I was conscious of every movement, sound, and odor on the train, yet conscious that I was in a barrack that was very chilly. I was also aware that both the train and the barrack were dreams, and that my body was in the chilly tent at Leesburg, Florida.’

[...] I was almost chilly in my cutoffs as we sat for the session at 8:30. [...]

[...] Our apartment was quite chilly in actuality, as it has often been since the June flood; both of us had been cold all day. [...]

[...] The wind had been hitting 40 MPH in gusts, and our apartment had been chilly all day. [...]

[...] The night was chilly. [...]

[...] All windows were closed since it was a chilly evening, and the air was quite still. [...]

[...] She now felt chilly. [...]

[...] The bedroom was so chilly that I finally finished my notes in the warmer living room. [...]

(“The color purple,” Jane said this is speculation: She wears a certain purple sweater her mother made for her on days when the studio is chilly in the mornings. [...]

[...] In mentioning the dream during a session, Seth told Rob that he had also translated the title into the sensation of feeling chilly upon awakening — a fact that Rob had forgotten.