“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Many colors. [...]

[...] The color gray. [...]

(“Many colors.” [...]

(“The color gray.” [...]

That is why it is possible for some human beings to experience sound as color or to see color as sound. [...]

Therefore, these wires, continuing our analogy, will grow thick or thin, or change color completely, like some chameleon-like animal constantly camouflaging its true appearance by taking on the outward manifestations of each neighboring forest territory. [...]

[...] Now, perhaps, you will understand why I said earlier that sound can be seen and color can be heard. [...]

[...] This accounts for much of the conflicting reports as to shape, size and color. [...]

[...] At the same time, Jane told me that there’s been an improvement in her color perception, even with the double vision.

[...] Some years ago, just before you took on the second apartment, Ruburt complained in his journal that it seems as if the day was gray, or that color had fled the world. [...]

[...] He picked up accurately enough that the test object could be held in the hand, had a connection with water and an indentation—the opening in the teapot—but erred in the rock or stone terminology, the color and the word nondescript. Bill indicated the color of the teapot in his sketch, saying the object is anything but nondescript. [...]

Dream 2—Don’t recall the beginning but it was in a huge amphitheater and there was a picture in great color on a giant screen to the left. [...]

[...] Then like a rising sun Jane saw her own enormous face looking down at it all — the jewel colors, Sue and herself, the vehicle.

The excellent glowing colors also helped remind him of the eyes’ ability to perceive bright hues, and so activated the nerves and muscles of the eyes, reminding them of their natural capabilities.

The complete change of cupboard color is definitely advantageous. [...]

The contrasting color arrangement is a most healthy acceptance on his part of the spontaneous portion of his own personality. [...]

[...] (Eyes open briefly.) It is gray in color. [...]

“In brilliant, limpid color: I dreamed that a ship—a freighter colored a warm gray and a rust-red-orange—sank in the ocean. [...] The colors were beautiful. [...]

[...] she does not remember the room number at the hospital or the color of the walls [given as green].)

[...] What good were ornate cathedrals, replete with carved angels, saints, and gargoyles, gleaming with glazed colorful windows, when the people lived in hovels and labored in the fields? [...] Even clothes began to become less colorful, as for example in the Puritan’s straight garb. [...]

[...] There have been freer, more exuberant beliefs systems, and there have been more limiting ones, so look at those of your culture as they influence you as simply one of the ever-varying social fabrications by which a man colors his days. [...]

From the sound, the assaulting onrushing sound of traffic, if you listen you can emerge with the prize—perhaps an abstract, with the pulsating sounds transferred to rhythm and color; or perhaps again a portrait, here, of a compulsive personality, driven, and yet behind it all the purpose which is not easily seen, and the reason.

[...] The sounds can be used in your paintings like colors. [...]

[...] It will help also at times if, when hearing various voices that have annoyed you in the past, you try to think of them in terms of images and colors. [...]

[...] Something strange about the suit, as if it is the only dark colored one close by, at least.

With a floor not of wood, perhaps of cement, but of a stone, definitely a stone or sand colored stone floor.

It is all right to be knuckleheaded when you are awake, but when you are dreaming, you should allow yourself more freedom—remember your love of color. Remember that when you go to sleep at night; remember the colors that you see—for you do see them and you can paint them. [...]

[...] Otherwise you lose your sparkling colors and end up with a murkiness that you do not intend. [...]

[...] Everything went well until I ran into difficulties with the color of his clothing. [...]

[...] The color white. [...]

Several colors. [...]

[...] She tried not to let this color the data. [...]

(“The color white.” [...]

[...] Again in color. My two brothers, Loren and Dick, and I were in a room something like a courtroom, seated behind a long low polished dark-colored table. [...]

[...] It was in full color. [...]

[...] Pulling one out, I was surprised at the vivid colors in the drawing, and the marvelous three-dimensional form it contained. [...]

[...] Dick was accompanied by a thin, sharp-faced man in dark-rimmed glasses, neatly dressed in a dark suit and white shirt and colored tie, and a slim rather good-looking woman I did not know. [...]

[...] But I found it at least roughly reminiscent of Seth’s idea of simultaneous time to watch the color broadcasts from different areas of the world each day, and then to mentally hold all of those actions, especially the backgrounds, in mind at once, visualizing them as simultaneous happenings at different places on the planet.

(Then when we watched the news while eating supper at the coffee table, we soon found the mayhem and related misdeeds recited by the newscasters so depressing that we switched channels to an innocuous Mod Squad show several years old—even though those color backgrounds—Nicaragua, Israel, Russia, etc., were still so fascinating. [...]

The snow white referred to the colors, or to the color, rather, of the napkin in the light. [...]

The color yellow as in sunlight, and a gathering. [...]

[...] When the ultraviolet lights were turned on in the discotheque, some colors were activated more than others. [...]

“In vivid color, as usual: I dreamed that in New York City I had gone back to my first love, drawing comics. Not comic books, however, but a syndicated fantasy-adventure story to be run in color and take up a full Sunday newspaper page. [...] It was in black ‘line’, but also with flat washes of color. [...] The printer had furnished the color plates.

[...] In vivid color: I dreamed that Jane and I were eating at a little table in an open-air restaurant or cafe-type setting. [...]