“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Upon examination it can be seen that the linen canvas used as object is made up of small squares of thread, especially when it is held up to the light. [...]

Since this material must be comprehensible, Ruburt and I together form our own pathway of perceptions—he from his end and me from mine, so that we thread back and forth as if (underlined) through the wiring of some vast computer—but a computer that is alive.

[...] It pretends that accidents are possible, that death is an end, and it tries to ignore all of the great threads of feeling and intent that do not fit into that picture. [...]

[...] I hold a small heavy object suspended by a thread so that it’s free to move. [...]

[...] I have told you that as the dream is only connected by the smallest thread to your time, so also, although it is difficult, you could manage to pinpoint the apparent beginning of a dream in clock time. [...]

Gray threads, does he wear a gray suit? [...]

[...] The dream fabric itself, the dream drama, is woven of many threads, and all aspects of the personality contribute some of the ingredients.

There is therefore a strong thread of continuity-purpose in all his constructions. [...]

[...] Watching the assistant, as he struggled to tighten the cap, I had the distinct feeling he didn’t know too well what he was doing, and that the amount of force he was using could strip the threads and really delay the trip if a new part had to be found, then replaced. [...]

(Jane’s impressions are in Roman type, like Seth’s. While giving the data she was able to speak to me and describe her subjective state also, without breaking the thread of her reception.

No matter what you do at this point, you will break the thread of activity by taking any step, and you must take the step. [...]

[...] The threads of activity are so enmeshed, and I see them as a whole, and must unravel them for you. [...]

[...] You are weaving threads of psychic energy, insights, and realizations, and also certain personality characteristics to form this bridge outward. [...]

You construct your own camouflage existence as the spider constructs his web, but you are not aware of the threads. [...]

[...] I hold a small heavy object suspended by a thread so that it’s free to move. [...]

[...] I was wearing a lovely headdress of orange and yellow intertwined threads, each one glistening in the golden light that now filled the room. [...]

[...] I was afraid the threads on the cap would be stripped; if the part in question had to be replaced, it meant dismantling the steering gear on our particular make of car, and thus a delay starting our vacation until next week.