“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Beyond my figure I saw the typical blue-green opaque water of the tiled swimming pool, and some shining pipe work, evidently a fence or ladder. [...]

[...] The sun shines, the writer writes, the artist paints, the thinker thinks, the dreamer dreams, and each of you, whether you know it or not, naturally follow your own natures. [...]

[...] A fine fog encircles you, though it does not prevent the sun from shining directly down. [...]

When all of summer’s
splendid leafery is gone
then space seems to surround
us everywhere, far and close.
The immense vault of the universe
turns intimate,
reaches to our chimneytops
in shining swirls of sudden openness
just outside of our back doors.
Space from the galaxies
rushes in to fill the new emptiness
where a million million leaves were,
and the valleys hold
natural cupfuls of space,
filled to their transparent brims.

[...] 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.

Shine them with yearning,

[...] Imagine Rob in writing room, soft, warm yellow light shines on him from Framework two, and though I didn’t specify, the light lingers particularly on his shoulder. [...]

[...] The metal appeared to be clean and unused and shining.)

[...] The one leads to the other and the camouflage is loose enough to let the inner form shine through. [...]

[...] The photo is of a decorative garden cat, bearing a shining glass glaze, and was made by Marilyn.

In midnight thickets
Dreamers plunge,
While the moon
Shines calmly on.
The town is sleeping,
Bodies lie
Neat and empty
Side by side.

[...] At the fringes of my field of vision I saw that the face containing these magnificent eyes was quite hairy, covered by long black shining hair almost as though I was visualizing a throwback to more primitive man. [...]

[...] In this series of lights, any one light can go out while the others continue to shine. [...]

[...] And used in such a manner depressions fall away naturally and allow, if you will forgive me for a trite phrase, “the sun of joy to shine.” [...]

[...] It had hardly been an occult setting at that, with the sun shining full through the bay windows. [...]

Shines calmly on.

[...] I demand, therefore, that the sun shall shine for a certain number of hours, and that the rain shall pour for a certain number of hours . [...]