“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Pat went on along the ledge to where it met the front wall but I was frightened of falling and stayed where I was with the young man who was my companion, When Pat reached that point, the young man who was her companion did something.... [...]

([Theodore:] “Is that Bega on the wall?”)

Now I ask you, what would Bega be doing on the wall? [...]

([Theodore:] “You are on the wall.”)

I am painted on the wall. [...]

[...] she does not remember the room number at the hospital or the color of the walls [given as green].)

[...] Our psychological time could be compared in terms of environment to the walls of a room, but in our case the walls would be constantly changing in color, size, height, depth and width.

[...] Any of you can measure the painting on the wall that is of me in a previous life. [...] You can prove a painting exists on the wall. [...]

[...] Now, if none of you mind, I would like to take a moment here and if you want to turn your face to the wall, then do it before I begin to speak. [...]

[...] In the meantime I shifted around other paintings I’d brought to 330 over the weeks, and took some things down from the wall. [...]

[...] You understand, I know, that I mean it well, for I understand the necessity for records, and I would not have it that this voice of mine should go unrecorded and seep into the walls. [...]

[...] He thinks that the energy collects about him until it could shatter the walls of the room. [...]

The framework, again, is only for convenience, as your physical walls are for your convenience, as I mentioned earlier. The walls are not there as such, but you had better act as if they were or suffer a possible broken neck. [...]

[...] If this were the case, your walls would fall away, since, intellectually, you understand their rather dubious nature. [...]

[...] Since these were an aesthetic people, the walls were lined with paintings and drawings, and sculpture was also displayed along these inner byways.

[...] Often drawings on the cave walls were highly stylized information, almost like signs in your terms in front of public buildings, portraying the type of animals and beings in a given area.

You think that the soul is a white wall with nothing written upon it, and so your idea of sacrilege is to shit upon it, not realizing that the shit and the soul are one, and that the biological is spiritual; and that, again — if you will forgive my homey concept — flowers grow from the shit of the earth. [...]

[...] Her chair was against a wall, and out of the direct line of reflected traffic lights, although I could see shadows pass across the white blur of her face. [...]

[...] He was not a passive receptor however, the cat, and he even learned from his encounters with Jack Wall. [...]

[...] The color of you walls can influence your state of mind—a simple-enough fact; but the uses to which you put words, both silent and verbal, affect the state of your mind far more.

[...] You have it in your mind that there is some dam or wall that you must encounter before you are free to leave your body, and such is not the case. [...]

[...] I have not been successful, at least not that I know of yet, and I think of a wall too that I can’t get out of.”

A center room with pale walls, first floor, where they stay a night.

[...] She pointed over her right shoulder to where the painting — which is reproduced in The Seth Material — hangs on our living room wall just in back of her rocker.

[...] The more terrified you are personally, the less you dare let down your guard, and you build up psychological walls to protect you. [...]

[...] She now added that although Seth hadn’t said so, the dresser was against the south wall of their place, “like the south wall of our apartment here, to my left,” Jane said.

[...] I think, though now it is difficult to recall, that I saw one rather long continuous blackboard, perhaps nearly across one whole wall. [...]

Your experience concerning Jack Wall (on March 23, 1978) was quite legitimate, although it happened some time ago, in your terms (a point I’d wondered about). [...]