“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

In other lands of the psyche, however, even stranger events might occur. [...]

[...] They came, therefore, as hooded strangers and they were requiring tribute and you did not know whether or not the cause was legitimate or if you should contribute to it. [...]

[...] Now the house, to you, represents in one way, the seat of personality also, the inviolate place and you do not open the door to strangers or give them access into the secret self unless you feel that there is a good reason. [...]

[...] Still, it’s worth noting that being in the presence of a relative stranger who may also be one’s counterpart does make some sort of interior difference in response or attention. [...]

[...] Through sessions he has helped friends, strangers, and students, and by following his instructions my husband and I are learning to develop our own psychic potentials.

Following publication of my earlier book, letters came from strangers asking for help or advice. [...]

[...] Ed Robinson’s voice — the Ed of the Alaskan letter now received thirty years later, (the Ed who was then doing the detective comic strip referred to in the day’s predictions) and a stranger’s voice.

The stranger who bent his head to our car window was Rob. [...]

In both cases the sexes are denied any true communication, and an extremely artificial framework is maintained, in which the sexes literally become strangers to each other. [...]

[...] I showed them my fancy patterned undershirt as a joke, and received the appropriate ooh’s and ah’s. Even some strangers in the hall outside 330 saw it and laughed. [...]

In some probable systems, you and your mother would both exist, do both exist, but as complete strangers, you see. [...]

[...] Let it call up from your own bank of personalities both those people that you may have been in those terms; those people that you are;  those strangers that you are and do not recognize; or those selves that you may be in years to come. [...]

[...] I was taken unawares by Maude’s letter, unbelieving and yet grateful that anyone else would offer to give strangers money. [...]

[...] Strangers who write can be invited to the Tuesday classes. [...]

A man only gives up his soul when he has not met it face to face, and that is like bidding adieu to a stranger you have met at a train station: little loss, for you do not know what you have missed.

[...] Six people on the list attend ESP class; one is a close personal friend of Jane’s and mine; and two are strangers. Actually, we’ve heard of the strangers but haven’t met them. [...]

[...] She was telling people—many of them strangers—about all of it too. [...]

We were all complete strangers at the time.

[...] Beliefs are the attendants—not strangers at all. [...]

(Pause at 8:05.) My 82 pounds of flesh were hauled, dragged, pulled, and stretched by good-natured but often impatient strangers—nurses and orderlies and aides—and the most private of my physical processes became a matter of public record. [...]

[...] Very few were familiar with my work (although a few local fans—strangers—eventually found their way to my hospital room). [...]

[...] If Joseph had seen two people — one his brother and one an Oriental — he would not have recognized the stranger, so in the dream his brother’s known appearance dominated, while the Oriental affiliation is merely suggested. [...]

[...] You turned to watch, and you were going to point out the squirrel to the stranger, but when you turned around he was gone. [...]

[...] I tried to look composed and confident, though I still found it difficult to face strangers so early in the day, much less the world at large — particularly when I was expected to explain my own psychic experiences and the philosophical concepts of The Seth Material.

[...] Instead, I suspect that there are even stranger chasms and openings into other worlds of whose existence we are quite unaware — pools of creativity, consciousness and experience, from which not only our three-dimensional reality but also others spring.