“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Often false beliefs will prevent it from making these, for the egotistically held ideas will cloud its clear vision.

(For data on my other sensations and some visions, see the following sessions: 22, 24, 26, 27, 65, 145, 146, 163. [...]

[...] She’d had some visions, and described them as of the monastery, “or a castle,” some such large building of stone or brick. [...]

[...] The people had individual dreams and hopes, and en masse these represented a regional vision of improvement at many levels. [...]

My welcome to Mark, who is with us again, and I repeat: The boat was the first boat in vision from the inside of the large room in which the men met.

(I also described my vision to Jane during break.

[...] This morning Jane began to exclaim over the improvement in her vision—her left eye would “click in” as she put it, and her sight would be sharp. [...]

[...] The above material now made us wonder whether my vision of the girl and the dog was also a journeying. [...]

Each flower on a hillside looks out with its own unique vision of the world, and each consciousness does the same thing, fulfilling a position impossible for any other consciousness to fulfill.

[...] From [the earthling’s] appearance the alien would be able to deduce — if it did not already know — the proportions of the various elements upon your planet; this being surmised from your method of locomotion, appendages, and the nature of your physical vision.

[...] Physically my vision was the same, I think.... [...]

[...] The reunion is joyous and his vision is clear at last in terms of his own selfhood.

Then, however, you begin to wonder about the other islands that you know exist beyond your vision. [...]

The natural creature-validity of your senses must remain clear, and only then can you take full advantage of those intuitions and visions that must come through your own private intersection with space and time.

[...] What she got when giving the equation was not really a vision, she said; it didn’t look like Roger’s writing; she seemed to get the data in words and feelings, numbers radiating or pulsating within at the appropriate times in the data.

(Yesterday afternoon, to my surprise, I had still another internal vision experience with a Roman counterpart self of mine in the first century A.D.; it was reminiscent of my three Romans of last October, yet perplexing, too — for this time I saw a different Roman counterpart. [...]

I showed our guests the portrait of Seth that I had painted from my vision in 1968, as well as my paintings of Jane both before and after her death. Some of the latter were from visions, some simply from my memory of her and what she was trying to tell me or from what I was trying to understand. [...]

I converted this image of Seth from the full-color, nearly life-size portrait I painted of him in oil from my vision in 1968. [...]

[...] Recently I finished a past-life portrait from my vision of a friend Jane and I had known years ago. [...]

At the hill house Jane and I used to see such birds, but soaring and circling high above, perhaps with their superb vision searching for small birds and animals. [...]

[...] [Earlier Monday night, before the session, I’d asked Jane how one could “be a child again,” while retaining the valuable elements from the subsequent events in life, but keeping that original clarity and simplicity of vision.] I’d been thinking primarily of painting. [...]

(Later, resting on bed after work with eyes closed, saw a quick but rather violent vision of a round, very bright daylight-type light. [...]

[...] He stood on the left side of my field of vision. [...]