“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Dream 2—Don’t recall the beginning but it was in a huge amphitheater and there was a picture in great color on a giant screen to the left. After though, Pat Norelli (I think it was her, though she didn’t look like Pat particularly) myself and two young men were climbing along a high ledge toward the top of the gigantic theater. Down below were many people all watching a show or something. Pat went on along the ledge to where it met the front wall but I was frightened of falling and stayed where I was with the young man who was my companion, When Pat reached that point, the young man who was her companion did something.... and the front of the amphitheater moved so that a ledge lowered to meet her so she could make it safely to the stage. Laughing I sang out as a joke some religious line from a hymn.... that now I’ve forgotten because the stage looked somewhat like an altar, and she was saved from falling, and deposited on the stage, she stood in the center, wearing slacks and a blouse, arms out, waving at the people. I yelled “Pat;” meaning to wait, she responded, grinning. Then the man with me and I began to backtrack down the ledge the way we came. Rob awakened me here.

[...] Returning to our analogy, however: You are like one violet, born in one spring on one ledge, and we will call the ledge, here, 1940. [...]

You are only aware of your own position within time, or your own place on the “platform,” or the ledge as you understand it.¹ Not only do these ledges or platforms of time exist simultaneously, but each one brings forth its own batches of personalities in its own different seasons. [...]

[...] So, while different ledges may appear more or less the same, this sameness is the result of minute changes, new growths and seasonal variations.

For our analogy, now, think of the various ledges or levels of the mountain as different time periods. [...]

[...] In our last session I compared a year to a ledge on a mountain. [...] So each year, in those terms, is like a ledge.

[...] What you think of as 1940 is but one season on that ledge, the season that you recognize. [...]

[...] Give us a moment … Each year is like one ledge, however, bringing forth countless variations of the characteristic “flora” growing there. [...]

[...] Any wildflower on our mountain ledge (see the 728th session) will view the valley below from its own perspective, and see stretched about it the environment with which it is familiar. [...]

[...] Running over the hills, I leap from ground to a high ledge. [...]

(I stood on a narrow ledge at night, on a cliff side, with several men I knew well in the dream but not in waking life. [...]

[...] I realized now that the end of our ledge was held up now by only a thin column of stone, but didn’t feel alarmed at this. [...]

[...] The other couple, while headed in the same direction, are frightened of the high ledge that must be covered, and afraid that it can lead to a dead end.

[...] The brave portions of your personalities went on helping each other, as per the dream, until Pat Norelli, as Ruburt, easily working through belief systems stands center stage, ready to speak to other frightened portions of yourselves still on a high ledge. [...]

A connection with a high ledge shape, as one connected with a roof, or lookout from which one can look down and away.

[...] We believe this data is reinforced by the “high ledge shape” data given later, and that it refers to my studio, wherein the page of manuscript used as object was written. [...]

(“A connection with a high ledge shape, as one connected with a roof, or lookout from which one can look down and away.” [...]

The large objects in the foreground did refer to the rock ledge, or the ledge of rocks in front of the house.

[...] This statue, with the row houses to the left and the street light: Following around the curve to the left you run into a better sectioned area, up a hill on a broad street now, then the street curves again to the left, and beneath it are rocks, that is, a rocky ledge down to the sea, I believe. [...]

[...] Later Jane was to say she was seeing this within, while yet being aware of still sitting in her chair.) Then the street curves again to the left, and beneath it are rocks—that is, a rocky ledge down to the sea, I believe.

[...] This portion is like a ledge. [...]

[...] (Humorously:) I do not want you falling off any psychic ledges.