“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Some visitors were seen to die, and later seen again recovered; hence the Egyptians’ sureness that the individual survived death.

[...] “Maybe you dreamed Mike died,” Rob said.

[...] We did find that he died in 1655, in a fire in Sweden. [...]

(Gert told about coming up the cellar stairs on the day her father died and how she seemed to feel very fearful and would not look up from the floor. [...]

[...] As a child at one time he died from suffocation, and this also has its bearings here in the present, the panicky gulping of air being a mechanism of subconscious memory. [...]

[...] But the person [to die?] was younger than I am, I think. [...]

“Linden and his wife were close to their present physical ages in the dream, a year or so younger than I am, at 54, but Stella looked to be a few years younger than she should have been [she died at 81]. [...]

[...] Writing of Father Ryan now reminds us that he died of leukemia—also a blood disorder as anemia is. [...]

The physical body image that seems to die at a particular point, and seems to enter your physical universe at a particular point, does neither. [...]

[...] Although she had been in her eighties when she died and in her sixties when I first knew her, she looked like a woman in her middle thirties. [...]

[...] She was at that time a male, dying in 1911.

(“I thought about Al’s father’s death last night,” Rob said, referring to Al Oberg, a class member whose father had died the Thursday before Jane’s father had. [...]

[...] We’ll keep a lookout for any follow-up articles on the subject, but I suppose it will die like any other item in yesterday’s news. [...]

[...] Moments of lucidity will flash and die away. [...]

[...] Subconsciously the teacher realized that she was about to die, and communicated this realization to Ruburt’s friend, who is indeed, as I have said before, an excellent receiver.

Attention can be shifted from any physical moment to any probable moment by a sideways parallel imaginative thrust, a sideling off of focus, if the mind can get over its fear of dying to itself.

[...] R-a-g-a-n. He had a wife, five children, and three children who died in their early years. [...]

[...] It merely exists to a fairly vivid degree while you dream or sleep, and it sleeps but does not ‘die’ when you waken. [...]

[...] I remember somehow equating all the silence about me with a forbidding white wall. And in parentheses: (I don’t know why I felt that way, but I did.) I couldn’t die deaf (Jane said with a laugh at 11:45). I think I had imagined that everything would shut down gradually. [...]

[...] My mother died in November, 1973. [...]