“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(10:45.) Give us a moment… Now to some extent, you see, you are both involved, but in ways almost impossible for me to explain. Do not take this literally by any means. Portions of your consciousness are alive in mine, so you are to some extent carried along where I go, as motes of dust might be swept along with a brisk autumn wind from one area to another. (Humorously:) I am not comparing you with motes of dust by any means; to some extent, however, you do share in my journeys. You are carried above the land of your usual perception so that portions of you glimpse subjective states. These arouse your curiosity even when consciously you are not aware of perceiving them. That curiosity acts as impetus.

[...] While we were eating we had a flurry of action in 330 as people—male and female—had to get in and dust and mop the floor, and talk about paintings, and so forth. [...]

[...] You are made of the stuff of the earth, and the dust from the stars has formed into the shit that lies in piles — warm piles that come from the beasts and the creatures of the earth. [...]

[...] There will be specks of subconscious dust on it. Later you can wipe them off, but do not discard the entire experience because you fear these specks of dust. [...]

[...] Actually, our forces hadn’t come close to reaching the prisoners: Responsible were mechanical failures and two dust storms that the American helicopters had to struggle through before joining a group of transport planes at a remote airfield, code-named Desert One, in central Iran. [...]

[...] I even think that the dust storms the American helicopters had to struggle through to reach Desert One were not only symbols but conscious manifestations of our challenges there. [...]

[...] Jane and I admired the books, looking so complete yet spontaneous in their shiny dust jackets. [...]

[...] Through your eyes the beasts, vegetables, birds, and dust perceive the dawn and sunlight as you do — as you, and yet on the other hand your experience is your own.

[...] There was a very light dusting of snow, typical of our winter this year. [...]

(The weather is still very warm for this time of year; the temperature is often above freezing in the daytime, and when we do get a dusting of snow it soon melts on the bare ground. [...]

[...] Saw a little girl in a short dress kicking up the dust in a gutter beside a curb; making the dust fly quite diligently. [...]

[...] Seth said the reason I am bothered more at home than at work, where I feel remarkably good, is that the house dust in the apartment reminds me of house dust at home, and of my mother, when I was a child.

To him it was a direct action taken against something that annoyed him—the dust—an act of independence since he did it, and a symbolic clearing away of inner debris. [...]

[...] Your skies are filled with breezes, currents, clouds, sunlight, dust particles and so forth. [...]

Ruburt should wash his dust mop.

[...] “Another rumor bit the dust,” I said, joking, but we were relieved. [...]

(A 9:20 PM we finished dusting our cat Willy with flea powder.)

[...] If you must, then think of that earth consciousness as grading (spelled) upward in great slopes of awareness from relatively “inert” particles of dust and stone through the mineral, vegetable, and animal kingdoms. [...]

[...] Your skies are filled with breezes, currents, clouds, sunlight, dust particles and so forth. [...]

[...] I recall them being covered with dust. [...]

[...] She had received a proof of the dust jacket for her ESP book today, and both of us liked it very much. [...]