“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

glittering worlds are spread

body glittered in the bright sunlight. (interruption)

glittering and golden and bright

that glitter and buzz and swarm

[...] (Over a one-minute pause.) It is impossible for you to operate without beliefs in your present mode of existence (another minute), “for beyond” those glittering packages of beliefs, however, there exists the vast reservoir of sensation itself, the land that does indeed exist “beyond beliefs.” [...]

[...] The discoveries and inventions that made the industrial world possible were always latent in man’s mind, and represented an inner glittering landscape of probability that he brought into actualization through the use of dreams—the intuitive and the conscious manipulation of material that was at one time latent.

In between excellent health and death through disease, in between wealth and perhaps gluttony, and poverty and starvation, in between a glittering social existence, the comfort of a family, and the utter loneliness of isolation, there are literally infinite variations and gradations of behavior, according to individual differences and prerogatives. [...]

[...] The sands still lie glittering, but the fog and mists are gone. [...]

[...] There are also great failures — but these are failures only in comparison with the glittering inner knowledge of the imagination that holds for you those ideals against which you judge your acts.

My history is filled
with kingdoms lost and kingdoms found,
with magic mirrors that open up
into brand-new cosmic maps,
and within my head
glittering worlds are spread
enough to fill
a thousand books.
Multiple vision leads me on
over paths that form
new worlds of fact.

Six months later, on September 5, 1984, Jane was dead — gone to one of those “glittering worlds,” these “new worlds of fact,” that she had told me she knew about and that she so wanted to see.

2. In Personal Reality, see sessions 623–25 in Chapter 5. In Oversoul Seven, see the material in Chapter 12, for example, wherein Jane described not only the airborne movement of objects — rocks — but an “extra tension” in the air itself, “as if a million vowels and syllables rose into the air, all glittering, all … alive; like animals of sound….”

[...] (A one-minute pause.) It is impossible for you to operate without beliefs in your present mode of existence (another minute), ‘for beyond’ those glittering packages of beliefs, however, there exists the vast reservoir of sensation itself, the land that does indeed exist ‘beyond beliefs.’