“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] a face that peers through second-story windows (in reference to SW’s being frightened by a face that appeared at her window recently) and meets with no response but a sigh of horror. [...]

After making those points, however, I note with some amusement that I find it difficult indeed to believe that many millions of people must wait for a handful of their “superior” peers — philosophers, scientists, psychologists, parapsychologists — to tell them it’s all right to believe in at least a few of the inner abilities that each of us possesses, to whatever degree. [...]

[...] Beneath this is the feeling that his life is of no value, that he is in fact worthless, weaker than his peers, and he detests himself enough so that he might take his own life. [...]

Later in your time all of you will look down into the physical system like giants peering through small windows at the others now in your position, and smile. [...]

[...] Then she had the feeling of those familiar “giant faces” peering down into our universe — and rather nostalgically, too, she laughed. [...]

You have been hard on yourselves, for you were used to the instant recognition of your peers, and accepted none as your superiors. [...]

[...] (With gestures.) There is a connection someplace here with music and a Peer Gynt suite. [...]

[...] Bill had been still peering intently at her.)

[...] Why is it that I must tell you what vitality is when, in your terms, I am a gray ghost that flits through the darkness of the night—a face that peers through second story windows (in reference to Sue’s being frightened by a face that appeared at her window recently) and meets with no response but a sigh of horror. [...]

[...] Looking down upon this car, I saw a wiry youngish man in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled above his elbows; hurriedly, he was circling the car, going all around it and peering into the windows. [...]

[...] To search for answers within the narrow frames of reference offered by the conventional view of reality could be like trying to peer into the depths of personality through an opaque window….