“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Have walked these shores in twilight.

[...] To plunge into this ocean you also leave the physical body at the shore. [...]

Peg on shore dries her hair with a white towel. [...]

[...] If the ocean, perhaps part of a bay with shores visible?

[...] Right at the shore, down and ahead, is a scooped-out circular indentation where there is a swift current because of the rocks. [...]

[...] So there must be another ‘I’ who leaves Jane patiently waiting at the shore while ‘I’ dive headlong into those other dimensions of experience and identity. [...]

Something in me / ebbs and tides, / as if I let myself /
for a while / be washed away / out to sea / while leaving /
some spidery shell / upon the shore / dry and shriveled, /
scarce alive. [...]

[...] For although we didn’t know how they’d done so, our suggestions had helped her tune into a number of dear images of her girlhood in her hometown of Saratoga Springs, New York: She’d seen herself at an amusement park—Kaydeross—located on the shore of Saratoga Lake, just outside of town; she’d seen herself “jumproping very young” in the recreation field across the street from the Catholic grade school she had attended; she’d seen and interacted with family members, all dead now. [...]