“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

And suddenly I “knew” the answer and saw a dark landscape from above. [...]

[...] I went running out of a house into a landscaped yard, sat down, left that body and went strolling through the yard. [...]

[...] Otherwise, the cloud becomes blacker, and blacker and blacker until the sun cannot be seen, and until the sun, when glimpsed, seems wrong, out of context, and does not appear in such a dark landscape. [...]

[...] Yet the fact remains that there is a dream reality with a “structure,” “landscape” and images that appear to be made of matter — but matter that obeys different rules than those with which we are familiar.

[...] Rob is about to haul out some paintings — they seem to be landscapes — when he groans in agony and nearly falls down in pain from his back, apparently. [...]

Dream One: I was in a beautiful landscape. [...]

If, however, you pause first and wait a moment, you can begin to glimpse the environment that serves as a stage: the natural landscape of the dream reality. [...]

[...] That world has been largely hidden by the camouflages shed by science and religion alike, but in your times the landscape began to appear so dark and threatening, so forbidden [...]

[...] There may be other psychic fires lighting up that inner landscape with a far greater light than ours; other aspects of consciousness to which we’re connected as surely as we’re connected also to the animals in a chain of being we barely comprehend.

[...] Beyond an occasional foray, however, I no longer have an abiding interest in simple literal portraits or still-life or landscape images per se. [...]