“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The kingdom of peace is not on some planet, not four blocks down and three blocks across, not a million light years away and miraculously will you find it. [...]

Now these are units moving faster than the speed of light, excellent energy sources intruding into and impinging upon matter without ever materializing. [...]

[...] Physically the day may be brilliant, but if you are in a blue mood you may automatically close yourself off from the day’s natural light, not notice it — or even use that natural beauty as counterpoint that only makes you feel more disconsolate. [...]

October and March, for if the light is not right you will not see them. [...]

[...] It was another dreary day with veils of light rain falling. [...]

[...] I was wearing a lovely headdress of orange and yellow intertwined threads, each one glistening in the golden light that now filled the room. [...]

[...] The color of the porous paper or board is a typical light beige or tan, not resembling metal, and certainly not heavy in weight for its size. [...]

[...] The light trance state is ideal for my purposes. [...]

In your present system of beliefs, and with the dubious light in which the unconscious is considered, a fear of the emotions is often generated. [...]

[...] To that degree and in the light of this discussion, you end up with what I will call —and have in the past called—the overly conscientious self, which attempts to deal with the attitudes of the Sinful Self by checking and double-checking all the time, by being, in other words, overly conscientious: is Ruburt dealing with “the truth,” and so forth? [...]

My most dear friends, I will now close our session, and may I say to Ruburt, if he will let me: Be of good cheer, for there are lights where you think there is darkness. [...]

[...] If she was in a trance now it was a very light one. [...]

Both of you have seen yourselves in the past in a rather specialized light, and interpreted your success, or lack of it, or progress or lack of it, in one particular area only; and you had at least, each of you, a tendency to view the other in the same manner, though this was far more emphasized on Ruburt’s part. [...]

[...] He talked of selling the land and tearing down the terrace as a projected act of self-mutilation, mutilating something that he loved, to do penance for his sins, in his light.

(To Sue:) Now you have been projecting your fears about yourself outward, so that all of your husband’s remarks were interpreted in that light. [...]

My dreaming self
Walked through
The framework of my soul.
He switched lights on as he passed.
Outside the night
Was black and cold.

[...] Jane said her knees felt very light and considerably looser.

His early background was relatively different: an invalid mother, no father, on welfare, et cetera, so his environment alone to some extent placed him in a different light in the eyes of his contemporaries. [...]

[...] The Atlantis, however, as it is known in myth and pseudo-fact, is a psychic structure from the future that sheds its light backward into the past, and illuminates not one but several past cultures, which taken together, become in your terms a conglomerate Atlantis.

[...] The lights are always lit. [...]

(Pause.) The concentration upon self-righteousness and evidence of corruption leads to its own fulfillment, and in that dark light the expression of the good appears powerless.

(An interesting little experience now came to light. [...]