“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Now one of my close friends—I cannot recall his name, if I ever knew it—was due to ski down one of the trails. I was very concerned for his safety. The man, in a green uniform, sailed down a trail and into the air. At this time I seemed to be in a bed, suspended first over the trails, and then in a room.

(Then I was watching the fire spread in the stone fireplace. Once again trying to put it out, I poked it with my stick. Instead I knocked chunks of ground out of the bottom of the circle, and could look through space at other cliffs and trails far below. At the same time the others with me cautioned me to stop poking. I realized now that the end of our ledge was held up now by only a thin column of stone, but didn’t feel alarmed at this. The stone column seemed to be aglow, or hot.

(Then I was on a vacation trip in the tropics. I believe the same group was with me. I had a pair of binoculars to watch others on the trails. There was a woman here in the dream but her role is beyond my accurate recall.

(First, I was hiking with her father Del along mountain trails in very deep snow. [...]

[...] Your energy focused on the property, constructed the property into the state where the road disintegrated into a trail.

[...] It might be added that the letter referred to above was one received from the regional office of the Veterans Administration, in N.Y.C.: The letter characterized the dirt road leading up to the property as a “trail,” and stated the request for a loan was denied unless the veteran, meaning myself, could be assured that the road would be maintained by either city or county at no additional expense to the veteran. [...]

(Jane’s voice trailed off. [...]

(Pause.) You must understand the long trail of psychological reality that exists before you have a physical event. [...]

[...] In working for our purposes, we realize we are blazing trails that can also be used by others.

[...] On a different occasion I had a rather small out-of-body that trailed behind it, for almost two weeks, a series of incomplete projections or dream experiences containing distorted elements of such phenomena. [...]

There are others, far less numerous, where highly venturesome personalities chose to set up new trails and strike out in new ways. [...]

[...] Her voice trailed off, and I could see that she was struggling to stay awake. [...]

Your systems of belief will of course attract certain kinds of thoughts, with their trails of emotional experience. [...]

[...] Her voice was abruptly somewhat weaker, trailing off at times. [...]

[...] And always, one bird led each V, with the two sides of the bird ‘lettering’ trailing back quite unevenly — wobbling, flexing, shifting. [...]

[...] Jane’s voice trailed off and she came slowly out of trance. [...]

(Jane’s voice trailed off. [...]

[...] The candle flame, now, attained its highest point of the evening; it was well over an estimated two inches in height, rising up to such a height that a thin trail of black smoke escaped from it. [...]

[...] They have only left your own system, and you have no method presently to follow the traces of their trails.

[...] Again the voice trailed off. [...]

[...] Her voice trailed off, disappeared and returned. [...]

I nod and we walk out of the restaurant — Seth trailing along behind. [...]