“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] (The regular part of the 580th session, incidentally, was for a book, too: Chapter 20 of Seth Speaks.) I like the following quotation so much that I’ve made copies of it for us to keep where we can refer to them — in my case, pinned up on a wall in my studio. [...]

[...] The white walls were replaced by intricate colored wallpaper and drapes of velvet. [...]

[...] While it was not as colorful as it had been earlier, neither was it the white painted wall that should have been there.

(Just as our wall clock indicated 10:30 PM, an unfortunate thing happened. [...]

[...] As I sat on the couch in our living room, my oil painting of Ianodiala, the 14th century Turkish clairvoyant, hung on the wall behind me. [...]

[...] I saw a very wide closed opaque curtain, and an interior wooden wall.)

There is a term used occasionally to the effect that an emotional block is like a wall. [...]

Now this time, if it is not asking too much, listen to the sounds that you will hear without questioning, accept them as you do the paintings and the walls and the lights and the other people in the room as things that are and perceive them in your own way, but let them come to you as the lights come to you. [...]

Imagine vividly an empty space on the wall in place of any painting now hanging there that you wish to sell. [...]

[...] There is a boy in a third or fourth seat, back from the front in the left row, toward the wall. [...]

[...] The painting I’ve done of Seth hangs on an inside wall of our living room. [...]

[...] Standing in the middle of our living room and looking at various objects, such as a vase, a painting on the wall, a plant, etc., I had attempted to let my mind’s eye travel around these objects so that I could picture within the far side of them.

A painter does not look out of his creation’s eyes into the room upon whose wall the painting hangs. [...]

[...] The walls of our living room are hung with my paintings and drawings, some of which are framed. [...]

That wall is being broken down. [...]

[...] I had to climb up a long ladder set against a building wall to get to the doctor and even as I talked to him I had to stand below him and look up. [...]

The very experience of passing moments belongs to your psychological rooms in the same way that clocks are attached to your walls. [...]

[...] Perhaps his attempts to reach us are often like battering at a brick wall. [...]

[...] Jane’s gestures thus indicated the large open center area of the room, as though she was reaching over a wall almost. [...]

[...] I’ve pinned copies to walls in both my painting and writing rooms.

(The room, my studio, in which I wrote the suggestions for Jane’s new book title, has yellow painted walls. [...]