“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] To help you imagine what I am speaking of, you might think of them as ghost images, or shadow images, though this is only for the sake of analogy — forms, for example, just beneath, that have not emerged completely into physical reality as you know it, but are nevertheless vivid enough to be constructed. [...]

Now: I will cover the subject of ghosts separately, rather than in this chapter. [...]

[...] The knowledge is translated into information that is broken down in the dream state into more specific data, highly symbolized, suiting individual requirements and “run through the body” in a kind of ghostly trial fashion.

[...] You ignore the ghost symbols or voices, the probable actions that also occur, but that are muffled in the clear tones of your accepted reality. [...]

[...] You will instead pick up at best the ghost images, probabilities, and private data that are not officially recognized as part of the main reality’s official structure of events.

Your astronomers may receive a ghost image of it at the edges of your universe, but only a reflection from a reality that you cannot perceive. [...]

[...] Your astronomers may perceive a ghost image of it at the edges of your universe, but only a reflection from a reality that you cannot perceive. [...]

And if I do not seem spiritual enough for anyone who reads the material, then let it be said that I have never pretended to be the Holy Ghost. [...]

[...] You can say with equal validity that the body holds a man’s ghost, that it is filled also with the organs of all the animals a man has consumed—that one man has the heart of a lion, and in that framework that is true.

In those terms, past or future-life memories usually remain like ghost images by contrast. [...]

[...] There were ghost excursions there — mental buildings, dream civilizations which then became actualized.

[...] when, in your terms, I am a gray ghost that flits through the darkness of the night... [...]

Each of you now as you sit before the image that you call Jane Butts or Ruburt, each of you now are, indeed, as ghostly as you may think that I am for you form your own physical image about you and you pretend it is your real self. [...]

[...] And it will seem that all your friends are but ghosts that pass in the night with no meaning. [...]

“Oh,” I said, “a ghost telling me how to arrange the furniture. [...]

“I though you didn’t think he was a ghost?” Rob said, grinning.

[...] You would frighten the ghosts away with your own fear. [...]

And a kind of ghostly elegance was added Thursday when another old friend visited and showed us color slides taken in London on Xmas/New Years, 1980, and mentioned they all chimed in to sing “Auld Lang Syne.”

Instead of a shadowy element, you yourself may feel unsubstantial — “ghostly,” as Ruburt did. [...]

He is not, therefore, supposed to think of me, and I have said this often, as some sort of ghostly spirit in those terms. [...]

[...] The ghost chemicals mentioned earlier (in the last session) play a part here, and the electromagnetic properties of emotions. [...]

(She felt strong intensities in the bathroom doorway; felt like she was a ghost, returning to the scene; everything was exceptionally vivid—so dear, so palpitating and alive. [...]