“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

There are too many varieties of such dreams to discuss here, but they all involve consciousness dispersing, yet retaining its identity, consciousness making loops with itself. [...]

[...] It has a built-in darkness that no amount of applied light would disperse. [...]

A dispersal. [...]

As soon as they learned of the rescue attempt, the furious and contemptuous leaders of Iran announced that they were dispersing the hostages around their country in order to block another such endeavor. [...]

[...] They then disperse and go their own ways, but the mutual origin and the strength of that initial psychic birth remain.

A dispersion has begun in which the ego will find it more and more difficult to hold energy within forms of personal identity, or to use energy for the purposes of the ego. [...]

[...] In the beginning in those terms, man’s emerging consciousness needed the freedom to disperse itself, to become different, to originate bases for various characteristics, and assert individuations. [...]

[...] In a way they were unfocused, yet each with strong abilities, but dispersed. [...]

[...] You might feel yourself encased in a rock, with your consciousness dispersed. [...]

“Perhaps what we are has always waited, hidden in the possibilities of creation, dispersed and unknowing — in the rain and wind that swept across Europe in the thirteenth century — in the heaving mountain ranges — in the clouds that rushed through the skies of other times and places. [...]

Then the images dispersed, and for a very brief moment, there seemed to be a gray fog, and through it I seemed to see the town in a still more distant past. [...]

[...] They then disperse and go their own ways, but the mutual origin and the strength of that initial psychic birth remain.”

[...] In such an eventuality, fragmentation occurred so that the abilities were dispersed, some directed into school, some into drawing, and others into his models. [...]

The other part, / dispassionate, / flows together /
with the waves / past world and rock / dispersed as mist, /
beyond impediments / uncaring / while my heart /
in the fragile shell / calls out, / “Come back /
dear counterpart. [...]