“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] These various stages all represent different attributes and directions inherent within your own soul; clues and hints of them, shadows and reflections appear even in the consciousness that you know. [...]

[...] Astrology, as it is thought of, and as it is taught, you see, represents but a vague shadow of something far different. [...] Now, that sort of thing is a dim shadow, in three-dimensional terms, dealing with one planet, of a much more vast system. [...]

I’d looked for the shape of a rabbit last night, hopping across the silent road like an upright shadow casting a shadow, as I’d seen one do the other evening. [...]

[...] The night was warm, heavily overcast, and mysterious: The streetlight down at the corner of our lot cast long shadows up the road running past the house and into the woods. [...]

What you call thinking is a dim shadow of true comprehension. [...]

[...] It is purposeful, highly (underlined) discriminating, performed by the inner conscious ego, of which the exterior ego is but a shadow, and not you see the other way around. [...]

[...] These things put a shadow over the seed.

[...] The closed door was in deep shadow, but I knew I was before it. [...]

When I see the shadows that you accept as yourselves and when I see the brilliant and free identities that you are, then it is impossible for me not to speak to you in such a manner. [...]

[...] He is aware of light and shadow, of shape and form, though he must learn to distinguish those portions of the available field of reality that you accept as objects, from the available field that you do not accept as objects. [...]

the shadows of my fingertips.

A shadow passes the door, of a woman I believe, in some outfit of floor length, a floor-length skirt or robe. (Pause, at 10:17.)

[...] Certain integers belie their own position, and cast shadows into other dimensions.

[...] When your species squatted in the cliff caves and when they ran in terror across the face of the earth pursued by wolves and imagined that demons lurked in the shadows, when with ghost memories were great contrast to the world that they saw and know, and so they weaved a story from their memories. [...]

[...] They may be called shadows and yet they are not powerless. [...]

Nor is the dream universe a shadow image of your own. [...]

In the spacious present as it exists in actuality beyond shadow, all things that have existed still exist, and all things that shall exist in your tomorrow already do exist. [...]

[...] The dark portions are shadows of trees, or perhaps rocks.

[...] But I often feel such stirrings on my late night walks on the hilly, shadowed streets neighboring our own Pinnacle Road.

Now imagine the idea, not of triangle, but the idea which has the shape of a triangle, being then expressed in architecture, in a philosophical dissertation, in color, in a sculpture, in a poem, in a painting, in music, and also in so-called natural phenomena such as the shape of a rock, the angle of a shadow, a portion of a crystal, a tree branch.

[...] You have a shadow of mathematics, for here again you have insisted upon hemming in realities, of applying larger elements of thought to your blocks. [...]