“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Through the inner senses, and using a very simple analogy, you would not only see the street as you do or hear the few sounds that drift to your ears. [...]

[...] I wasn’t drifting, looking for a sense of purpose, for example. [...]

[...] His body was asleep but his consciousness was drifting. [...]

[...] Just before I drifted into the sleep state I had three little experiences involving internal vision. [...]

[...] I seemed to be inside “action,” drifting through various dimensions.

I lie down on the porch couch and drift into a light sleep. [...]

[...] [I had drifted without effort into the desired state.] This contact removed the feeling of elevation from my right hand; but the left hand retained the sensation, so for a few minutes I lay exploring the peculiarities of again being on two levels at once.

I half waken and then drift into a recurring scene from an old childhood dream: There is a killer fog behind us, and we must get down a snowy path to home before the fog gets us. [...]

[...] When morning came, I remembered nothing except that I had tried to get there, drifted off in the general area, then lost proper control of my consciousness. [...]

[...] She fell asleep, then drifted off into a relatively bland dream. [...]

—potbellied Buddha image, nor indeed any manifestation of your conception of a ghostly spirit that drifts in out of the night. [...]

[...] We understood how she could drift into sleep from her trance state—if she was tired, say, or deeply dissociated—but in spite of my questions she had no idea of why she “woke up” in trance instead of in her usual awake state of consciousness. [...]