“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It was a very cold night, and Jane was intrigued by the patterns that lingering clouds of automobile exhausts left hanging in the air. [...]

[...] 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. [...]

[...] It was a bitterly cold day and the plant had begun to wilt when I found it at noontime. [...]

The thin, cold “rationality” that is recognized as such is instead a fake veneer covering a far deeper spontaneous rationality, and it is the existence of that magical rationality that provides the basis for the intellect to begin with. [...]

So the first spring of the sessions came, a cold bright March. [...]

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[...] Therefore extremely hot and extremely cold countries go largely undeveloped. [...]

(By 8:50 Jane’s hands were cold and clammy and I could see that she was nervous. [...]

[...] You both started out from a cold one, hence the snow. [...]

[...] Fantasy left you cold. [...]

My dreaming self
Walked through
The framework of my soul.
He switched lights on as he passed.
Outside the night
Was dark and cold.

[...] During this time, I’m acutely aware of the noise of the diving equipment and the very cold water.

The form without the spirit will always leave Ruburt cold. [...]

[...] It was very cold in there, where the first cowhides were. [...]

“Although this type of experience may seem cold to you, it is a clear and crystal-like existence in which no time is needed for experience … in which the inner self condenses all human knowledge that has been received through various existences and reincarnations … for all this has been coded and exists indelibly. [...]

A connection with cold. [...]

[...] Rob made me drink two cups of coffee; I stood with my head out the window in the cold night air. [...]

[...] The night was very cold; a bitter wind struck at the house again and again, rattling the blinds in the heavy metal awnings on the western side of the living room where we sat.)

Our days and nights passed in such a kaleidoscope of activity, broken by such uneven periods of sleep, that we hardly noticed whether they were hot or cold, clear or rainy. [...]

[...] Now the new year is almost a month old; the weather is cold but the frozen ground is practically bare of snow. [...]