“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Next time I shall be a willowy, spiritual, young woman, treading very softly and I shall sing “Ave Maria” as the glorious sun sinks in the west...and I shall tippy-toe to your window. [...]

[...] They are not suns, planets, galaxies or universes in those terms.

They ate at a place with wide windows and blinds, closed because of the sun. [...]

[...] This kind of radiating line pattern is one which Jane uses in her paintings, and in past experiments has been interpreted as “sun shape,” “star shape,” etc.

[...] Ruburt noticed a large orange sun, drawn by a child, in the hallway of the school. [...]

[...] When ten people are poisoned for example by a food, it is no coincidence, and more is involved than mayonnaise left in the sun. [...]

[...] Once I “saw” a great light, as if perhaps the sun had come out suddenly. [...]

[...] Imagine what you would miss: the odor of the fresh earth, the sounds, the touch of earth beneath your feet, of sun upon your back; using only the sense of smell, you would also be severely limited.

(Sun. [...]

[...] It could account for the fact that seeds do push up through the earth, not only attracted by the sun but nudged by this force beneath.

[...] Your camouflage patterns can be likened to the patterns cast by sun and shadow upon the ever-moving waves. [...]

[...] Our scientists have projected either ending many billions of years into the future, although in the meantime, “only”‘ an estimated five billion years from now, our own aging, exploding sun will have consumed the inner planets of the solar system — including the earth.

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

11. According to modern cosmology, a black hole consists of the remains of a very massive star (one much larger than our own sun, for example) that’s suffered complete gravitational collapse after the death of its nuclear fires. [...]

The vine of experience in this analogy is formed in quite a natural fashion from “psychic” elements that are as necessary to psychological experience as sun, air, and water are to plants. [...]

[...] Imagine our planet swinging through its orbit independently of the sun’s illumination. [...]

[...] / My muscles unravel /
which have been / folded tight, / saved for future use, /
and I sit up now / running brittle fingers /
through my sun-dried hair. [...]

[...] Originally it had been a sun parlor. [...]

[...] At the Sayre house I have the large oil painting I did of the sunlight streaming through the windows of the studio on a certain day early in August: the only day in the year that the ever-moving sun casts that particular intriguing pattern of light and shadow across the bare wooden floor.

They ate at a place with wide windows and blinds, closed because of the sun. [...]