“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(She ate a light lunch. [...]

Because I have given you such excellent material, you may take your first break with light hearts.

(Self- Friday 5/22, 9:30 PM: Few instances of my sensation after the suggestion to myself that I felt light. [...]

(Also, glimpse of teen-age boy in light clothing and sneakers trying to crack some walnuts on a painted wood floor by stamping down on them energetically with his left foot. [...]

(Jane- Saturday, 5/23 3:30 AM: Jane saw two hands, shiny like a sick person’s, in a white light. [...]

[...] The light trance state is ideal for this.

[...] It is by their light that you see.

[...] He has matches in his hand, and lights one. [...]

[...] I must emphasize that I am not saying that the soul or entity is a computer, but only asking you to look at the matter in this light in order to make several points clear.

When I enter your system, I intrude into three-dimensional reality, and you must interpret what happens in the light of your own root assumptions. [...]

[...] In this particular painting the background will play an important role, since it is designed to indicate a play of light and shadow. [...]

Is he saying: “Let there be light,” or “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”

[...] But those fears must be considered in the light of the material given this evening. [...]

You asked the question about the subconscious this evening, before the session, and Ruburt immediately interpreted it in the light of the following: the weight of the responsibility it carried for all those psychologists, and all of their patients, and his responsibility to obtain, in capitals, the answer, not only for himself but for all those other people. [...]

[...] Rise up the importance of yellows or colors signifying light. [...]

Imagine the colors as waves of light, not as applied (with gestures) or added onto, but as growing out of, filling the preliminary sketch as blood fills the body.

[...] He may appear as a pyramid form of lights, according to various conditions.

[...] A foggy white light will initiate an apparition, and possibly a slight lowering of room temperature. [...]

[...] These exist simultaneously, and suspended, so to speak, like lights over a dark city, illuminating various portions of the psyche. [...]

[...] She could only say things like “systems of lights for memories,” etc. [...]

[...] In the light of the material obtained in the two deleted sessions earlier this week, we believe this to be a significant step forward, a mark of Jane’s increasing confidence in her psychic ability, and wholehearted acceptance we believe to be necessary.

[...] In the light of the material obtained in the two regular sessions earlier this week, we believe this to be a significant step forward; a mark of Jane’s increasing confidence in her psychic ability, and wholehearted acceptance we believe to be necessary. [...]

[...] As before, we sat in our living room, with the shades pulled and a couple of soft lights on, trying to duplicate the atmosphere of our first session. [...]

3. In Dialogues, her book of poetry, Jane explored several other “key” episodes in her psychic development; see her Preface, then these selections in Part Two: “The Paper and Trips Through an Inner Garden,” and “Single-Double Worlds, the Rain Creature, and the Light.” She also wrote about those transcendent experiences in Adventures; see Chapter 9 for her “paper” perceptions (in March 1972), and Chapter 15 for her encounters with the rain creature and the light (in February 1973). Both Jane and Seth had things to say about the rain creature and the light in Personal Reality; see the 639th session for Chapter 10.

In Chapter 16, see the 567th session for February 17, 1971, at 9:24: “You understand that there are spectrums of light. [...]

[...] At the moment she said she feels uneasy when I ask questions pertaining directly to the object, but that she knows this will pass in the light of past experience. [...]

[...] It stands on a wooden pedestal; the polished reflections in it seem to move as one’s viewpoint changes. We believe this is the oval shape Seth refers to, in light of his answer to my second question.

[...] The quality of light can cause these changes in color. [...]

[...] Jane’s body most definitely seems to be concentrating on its upper half, as it did yesterday, with only light motions in a leg or foot, say. [...]

[...] And it exists as light and as the impetus for other dimensions and consciousness. [...]

[...] Notice particularly whether there is a distant end to this path, and whether there is someone else there, or if it is lighted. [...]

(It wasn’t until I was typing up these notes at 9 PM on the same day, that Jane realized she could have been in at least a light trance while giving the material; at first she thought she had not been, but then realized she retained only a hazy idea of the material’s content—just that it was optimistic. [...]

[...] In our terms, the tunnel shapes lead to an unfathomable new reality that is supposedly filled with the light of the universe. That light is symbolized by the streetlights shining through the tunnels every so often, and hinting at that great brilliant reality beyond. This metaphor is particularly apropos at this time, with the trees still carrying their thick growth of leaves — yet later in the fall it may become even more applicable as the leaves drop and the streetlights, poor as they may be in comparison to the light of the universe, can shine through a little more brilliantly.

[...] It’s so wonderful …’ And as I spoke I intuitively understood that the motion of the wind was an excellent creative metaphor for the motion of Jane’s soul, that its cool feel upon my face could be the physical version of her caring for me ‘from where she is.’ The storm of my grief eased after a while, but the wind and the light rain continued. [...]

[...] The streets are lined with trees arching up to meet overhead; periodically those intersecting patterns of leaves and branches are punctuated by bursts of light from the streetlamps. [...]

[...] I’ve often thought that if each birth and each death was signalled by a flash of light, an observer in space would see an earth that was always bathed in a flickering gentle glow because of all of the activities of consciousness going on there. [...]

[...] Some are still coming to light. [...]

[...] “I’m going to light a cigarette, get myself together, and go back to the session....” [...]