“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] You also wanted a bridge and protective coloration. [...]

[...] Because you have no family you do respond with and to your environment strongly, and that response colors your health and your work.

[...] Yet if two people see, in your terms see, the same apparition, then instantly we must speak in terms of the weight of the apparition seen, the color of the eyes. [...]

[...] One of the photographs accompanying the piece was a double-page, full color aerial view of the entire city in its desert setting; Jane and I found this so evocative that I mounted it for easy study. [...]

The large room is healthy, the white color good. [...]

[...] in fall colors. [...]

There is still considerable coloration, but this is to be expected, and you will work through it. [...]

[...] The drug may have the effect of coloring his image, so do not be surprised at a yellow or purplish tinge. [...]

[...] To some extent (underlined) those views, colored by a different era, were those of your own father, concerning at least the world of commerce, business, and so forth. [...]

[...] His dream was a mixture of telepathy, and this legitimate telepathic message was colored by the other elements that made up the dream, and this was subconscious fantasy. [...]

[...] The ghostly qualities in that event fit in with what I was trying to do in the painting: By leaving the thick gray and white underpainting of my “portrait” of “Jane” without color, I realized, I could express not only a probable interpretation of her, but the colorless qualities of the Saratoga experience itself. [...]

[...] It represents the emotional coloration of the individual’s ideas and constructions at any given “time.”

[...] The number of bells, their particular pitch, even the colors, all had meaning. [...]

[...] Somewhere nearby is the color red, perhaps in a linoleum. [...]

[...] I was very thin beneath the blanket, which I believe was an ivory color.

[...] You must remember what I said earlier about mental enzymes and my remark that color can sometimes be heard … The tree recognizes a human being, though it does not see the human being in your terms. [...]

[...] The second time, I again saw the apples in sections, but this time in full color. [...]

“In vivid color: I lived in my parents’ house at 704 North Wilbur Avenue, in Sayre, Pennsylvania. [...]

[...] Time is like color. [...]

[...] It will not be oriented in terms of one sex, one color, or one race.