“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] You are also tinged by some of these beliefs as he is, for they represent those cultural colorations upon which all of your other systems are based.

[...] Still, things seem to mesh together, for everything is the same color gray.

[...] Already I think the skin coloration on the backs of her hands is better, the tension not so great. [...]

[...] “The colors in the room look better.” [...]

[...] But she said that the spasmodic darker type “means that I’m seeing color better.” [...]

[...] “I can see the colors better.” [...]

[...] Once again in brilliant color — one of those you keep returning to. [...]

[...] Also during the night, her feet began to turn a mottled red color, reminiscent of the way they used to be when she’d had much swelling in them. [...]

[...] I am referring to what you may call freewheeling energy that you release filled with your own intent and emotional coloration which has a reality in other spheres beside your own. [...]

[...] I told her both her hands looked better than they had yesterday, even, with the skin coloring more normal instead of being so taut and tight. [...]

[...] It is far simpler to give a child aspirin, and send a child to bed with ginger ale and a coloring book.

Thoughts have what you may term color and shape, as well as electromagnetic structure and intensity. [...]

[...] As she ate lunch I told Jane about my very vivid and colorful dream of last night. [...]

[...] A few nights later, evidently after I’d been wondering how much the bill would be I had a dream in color, in which I was informed of the amount of the bill —$800-odd dollars. [...]

[...] Evidently I wore a bathing suit, but it was obscured by the towel, and I could not see its color. [...]

[...] I was dressed in colorful summer sportclothes and wearing a cap. [...]

[...] I sense color, perhaps orange, yellow; but I get the impression of something sunny, as an orange-yellow color would be. [...]

(The colors in the room by now seemed very brilliant to Jane—pulsating. [...]

[...] Things sounded loud and clear; the quality of the traffic noise reminded her of the strength of color sensations.

Between these extremes lie all the other colors and hues of inner feeling. [...]

[...] A form that may be perceived by you as solid may be seen merely as an electrical unit on another plane, or as color on a third. [...]

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

[...] It is a very beautiful colorful day. [...]