“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Long involved adventure type dream, spy adventure I think; I climb cliffs, castle moats etc, seeking clues and am very effective. )

[...] I then looked over the edge of the roof, and to my great agitation I saw that Dick had not only fallen off the roof and hit the ground hard, but that now he had slipped over the edge of a steep cliff beside the porch, and was saving himself only by grasping a skinny little shrub that was in the process of loosening in the frozen ground. [...]

[...] You go to his aid; discovering that you can manipulate better than you thought, you jump off the roof only to discover that your brother had also fallen over the edge of the cliff and was hanging on until you could get to him.

Although you did not really agree, you leaped in to help him; as you jumped off the roof to go to his aid, you found that he had fallen farther than you thought over the edge of the cliff, and was hanging on. [...]

(I stood on a narrow ledge at night, on a cliff side, with several men I knew well in the dream but not in waking life. [...]

[...] 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. [...]

[...] It seems also that your subjectivity has a mysterious unknown quality about it, and that even your mental life has a sort of insidious dropping-off point, a subjective cliff over which thoughts and memories fall, to disappear into nothingness. [...]

A man like Le Cron (author of Self-Hypnotism: The Technique and Its Use in Daily Living, copyright 1964, published by Prentice-Hall, Inc., Englewood Cliffs, New Jersey) will recommend a reliable hypnotist. [...]

[...] (Her eyes wide and dark, Jane held up her hands, fingers bent as though ready to grasp — or claw.) When he was a cave dweller,³ man saw these birds often, particularly in cliffs by water. [...]

[...] When your species squatted in the cliff caves and when they ran in terror across the face of the earth pursued by wolves and imagined that demons lurked in the shadows, when with ghost memories were great contrast to the world that they saw and know, and so they weaved a story from their memories. [...]

[...] Perhaps you are like a fine sunny cliff on the side of the mountain, jutting out, looking down to the valley beneath, not realizing that the mountain itself continues [up] beyond you. [...]

You think a thought and because you cannot follow it you think it disappears and you wonder where it has gone; has it fallen off some invisible cliff within your mind? [...]

“Because you cannot follow a thought, you wonder where it has gone; has it fallen off some invisible cliff in your mind? [...]

Building on high cliff, a stilt-like arrangement built out. [...]

[...] Several times while snorkeling he was close to coral cliffs or outcroppings rising above him. [...]