“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

These code systems involve molecular constructions and light values,⁴ and in certain ways the light values are as precisely and effectively used as your alphabet is. [...]

(Rapidly:) He is learning how to use the light of his own consciousness, and discovering how far one particular method of using it can be counted upon. [...] He is now discovering that he needs other lights also, in other words — that he has been relying upon only a small portion of an entire inner searchlight that can be used in many directions. [...]

[...] At the breakfast table, I told her I thought the material was connected to the sessions in Personal Reality on the interior sound, light, and electromagnetic values “around or from which” the physical image forms. [...]

[...] He has been studying the nature of his consciousness — using it as if it were apart from the rest of nature, and therefore seeing nature and the world in a particular light.⁶ That light has finally made him feel isolated, alone, and to some extent relatively powerless (intently).

Your communication system is indeed bringing such issues to light more and more. [...]

[...] The old distortions involved with the various religions must and will come to light.

[...] When we were set up for the session, I placed a lighted candle on the shelf beside me, behind some books so that Jane could not see it. Since the room was well lighted the candle flame would make no noticeable difference, in the event it flared up while her eyes were open.

[...] This is not to deny the human aspects of the ego, for the ego is also somewhat like a light carried in front of the inner self, a light that gives meaning to the physical universe and to its objects. [...]

[...] Remember she could not see the candle in any event, since it was hidden behind books, and that the room was well lighted. [...]

[...] I remember that it resembled a beetle, was about half an inch long, was a beautiful light red-brown color, and lay helplessly on its back with its legs thrashing. [...]

(While receiving this material, I seemed to be in a light trance state myself, feeling quite lethargic at times. [...]

[...] 6/25, 8:30 PM: I achieved my usual thrilling sensation as I suggested to myself that I felt light. [...]

[...] 6/26, 9:30 PM: I had my sensation at my usual suggestion of lightness, then entered the secondary stage. [...]

[...] In that light, as in the Catholic one, the female’s guilt is seen as even larger than the male’s. So that additional pressure is cast upon the women, who are indeed seen as spiritually inferior—or (underlined) on the other hand painted as pure, pedestal-like individuals in the manner of the Blessed Virgin. [...]

[...] Remember all of this material, again, in the light of what was said about his public image. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) I would have to give a “no” answer in the light in which you asked the question. [...]

That note makes a handy reference for related concepts, for in it I also briefly discussed subatomic “particles”; the components of atoms; molecules; supposed faster-than-light particles (tachyons); Seth’s CU’s, or units of consciousness; his assertion that consciousness can travel faster than light in out-of-body states; Jane’s scientific vocabulary; and Einstein’s special theory of relativity. [...]

[...] The invisible particles are the framework upon which your body is formed, for example—they (underlined) move faster than the speed of light, yet you are not dizzy. [...]

[...] Jane’s voice still persisted in the light, gentle, almost lilting quality, quite different from the usual deeper Seth voice.) The Seth personality has been an intermediary, and a legitimate one. [...]

(Jane now sat leaning forward, quite close to me, eyes open, speaking very carefully, lightly and deliberately before leaning back after a few sentences.)

[...] (Long pause; voice light, not like Seth.)

[...] “I feel like I’m light as air, you know… Also feel like I’ve been a long way away.”

(We conducted this session in the same way as the first two; that is, in quiet surroundings, with the shades pulled and two soft lights on. [...]

(“Do you have a sense of light and dark where you are?”)

Ruburt’s project—and this book (Dreams)—serve the same purpose to him, of course, as painting does for you, and such activity can in that light only benefit him. [...]

[...] We were both caught up in the same events as most other people were during that June and July — the hotter-than-usual nights and days, the drought in parts of New York State that touched our area lightly, the TV news drama as the political parties argued and planned for their conventions. [...] He looked supercool in his cut-off denim shorts; his long hair curled into natural corkscrews, his light durable frame seeming to luxuriate in the heat while my light durable frame turned into a sponge that added ten pounds of fatigue.

[...] I was floating and flying among stars and lights. [...]

[...] like I’m really big and light like a balloon.” [...]

[...] And now they’re changing electrical fixtures in the back of my spine; and now my knees are lighting up....”

[...] Instantly a white light came from the floor up through the ceiling, door width, with some symbols in or on it. [...]

[...] The white light is characteristically a symbol in such cases. [...]

He was bathed in that light, however, filled with it, refreshed by it, and given new comprehensions that will now emerge in his experience in a piecemeal fashion that can be assimilated in his normal frame of reference. [...]

(9:02.) Man, then, has sometimes stressed the power of the imagination and let its great dramatic light illuminate the physical events about him, so that they were largely seen through its cast. [...]

(9:23.) In the case of the man who wrote Ruburt, we have a mixture of those characteristics in which interior events—the events of the imagination—cast too strong a light upon physical events as far as the socially accepted blend is concerned. [...]

[...] I felt light. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s intent was so strong to move away from the lighted cigarette that he ignored all impediments, and his unconscious mind beautifully followed his conscious mind’s intent. [...]

[...] —had accidentally dropped the lighted cigarette, and Jane had jerked her legs out of the way to avoid being burned, or to avoid the threat of injury. [...]

[...] I took great pleasure in wiggling them about, shaking them up and down, enjoying the marvelous sense of freedom and lightness they possessed. [...] My astral legs felt quite rubbery, so loose and flexible were they — and somehow, from my prone position, I could see that they were light-colored and translucent from the knees down!

[...] A weak light came through a narrow open window to my right. [...]

[...] The piece of paper was bright, as though there was light somewhere, but everything else was dark as it usually is when you have your eyes closed. [...]

(Once again, as described in the 215th session, a candle was lighted just before the session began. [...] The room was well lighted. [...]

Our tests must be considered in the light of action, for this is what they are. [...]

[...] Light tissue paper. [...]

(“Light tissue paper” may be nebulous. [...]

jigsaws of light, sweet bombs

[...] I didn’t know what to do except a few light touches of massage on the right upper leg. [...]

[...] Dim lights were on. [...]

[...] It is simply that it is difficult to mix the material with a light atmosphere, although I do believe we can retain the emotional closeness which does seem to be beneficial. [...]

[...] Once briefly I saw a bright white light, as though it was approaching me. [...]