“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Some time later, it seems, I became aware that I was watching a youngish woman in a polka-dot dress, white dots on black or a dark color, climb up three or four back-porch steps and enter a house, with a screen door closing behind her. [...]

[...] For purposes of analogy only, imagine that each subconscious layer is personified into a personality, who is then subjected to rendition of a dream or more, who watches a screen upon which the dream images flicker.

[...] Such reactions are carefully screened out and not admitted to consciousness. [...]

[...] She felt “the idea, mentally, of something shaped like a television screen” off to her right. [...]

[...] We walk down a shaded, quiet street and turn in at a large white house with a screened lower porch. [...]

[...] This new set of features might have been suspended on a clear screen of some kind; and as I watched them, at the same time I saw or sensed behind them or through them Jane’s real features as I knew them. [...]

Last night was the fifth night in a row that I’ve slept on the screened-in back porch in my new sleeping bag. [...]

[...] It’s a one-story dark-green-painted dwelling with a big stone fireplace, and has a screened-in side porch and a one-car garage in back. [...]

[...] The porch’s screen door was wired shut in a crude way that wouldn’t keep anyone out.

On the screen we saw a parade of citizens expressing shock, sadness, and outrage, frustrated by the knowledge that it had all happened before—not only in our country but around the world—and that it would happen again many times more. [...]