“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The strangers that you meet in your dreams are often, of course, people now alive — contemporaries — that you have also known in past lives.

[...] To an extent they have served as their own stabilizers, giving you both excuses and protections from events of perhaps an intrusive fashion, such as the interviews or guests, or even strangers at the door. [...]

[...] Michaellen and I embraced and kissed as she said goodbye, and I wondered what her companions thought of such behavior between strangers, right out there under the light.

[...] If you get into the habit, however, of tuning into your own stream of consciousness you will find the person that sometimes will seem quite a stranger to you. [...]

[...] The possibility had been indicated often: witness Seth’s ability to discuss a variety of subjects with the members of a group, even if they were strangers to Jane. [...]

[...] Dream periods provide that service, of course, so that in dreams the two egos can meet and merge to some extent, comparing notes like strangers who perhaps meet on a train at night, and are amazed to discover, after some conversation, that they are indeed close relatives, each embarked upon the same journey though seemingly they travelled alone.

[...] With strangers the sessions are often personal, however, because their own emotional reactions are so vibrant initially….”

In one of our earliest sessions I told you that trees have consciousness, and that consciousness resided within all things, as the plants within this room to some extent are aware of you, and the happenings here, can sense strangers, and can strongly sense emotional and psychic atmospheres, to which they do indeed react. [...]

[...] In your terms, again, you and the Roman are connected; and the Arab and the American; and the African and the Chinese; and so are your identities intermixed with others who may seem to be strangers, but others who speak with your own voice — others who communicate with you in their dreams as you communicate with them. [...]

But the world is not filled with strangers, and so our friend here, Joseph, glimpsed a counterpart of himself who lived — in your terms, now — in one particular era.¹¹ In deeper terms that era still exists, and that is something you should not forget. [...]

[...] Now, from a waking state, you do not understand how your dream bodies can seem to fly through the air, defy space and even time, converse with strangers and so forth. [...]

[...] He began to think of his inner ego almost as if it were a stranger to himself. [...]

[...] In the sleeping state you may have constant experience through the years with close associates who may live in another portion of the world entirely, and be strangers to you in the waking state.

[...] Wars are basically examples of mass suicide — embarked upon, however, with all of the battle’s paraphernalia, carried out through mass suggestion, and through the nation’s greatest resources, by men who are convinced that the universe is unsafe, that the self cannot be trusted, and that strangers are always hostile. [...]

[...] The nightly portions of your personalities have become strangers to you — for as you identify with what you think of as your rational intellect, then you identify it further with the daytime hours, with the objective world that becomes visible in the morning, with the clearcut physical objects that are then before your view.

[...] They know me and they have known me well in past lives, you see, so I was not the stranger to them that they thought I was. [...]

(I also stressed that our changing attitudes would be sure to change our attitudes toward others—that instead of trying to act “normally” toward strangers when they came here, especially when they were unannounced, we should simply be ourselves, secure in the abilities of our own natures; if any of these actions could be taken as “flamboyant” in a negative way, then so be it. [...]

With others and strangers coming here, the symptoms put you, he believed, in a position of prominence, obviously the head of the family, having to take care of the frail woman—to compensate for the fact that he was financially making more. [...]

[...] You read constantly of people who seem to have been most affected by fictional characters, for example, or by personalities from the past, or by complete strangers, more than they have been affected by their own families. [...]

[...] “It’s only when strangers are coming that I get really nervous.”

[...] People who are strangers to you consciously feel better because you exist. [...]