“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

You find difficulty in escaping from time, as a rule, and therefore you are also imprisoned by past, present and future, in such a way that they appear to be walls which never can be climbed. [...]

You insist upon a continuity and a seeming cause and effect because of the erected wall barrier that you yourselves have constructed. [...]

[...] As a rule you do not go through walls with this body. [...]

[...] He did not have the confidence to imagine himself, you see, passing through the physical walls.

[...] It was just inside the wall, between two of our bay windows and in back of an old-fashioned, exposed steam pipe. [...]

[...] Each of us has a copy on our workroom wall. [...]

[...] Indeed, under most circumstances they could prove beneficial, although with all good respects for what you have in mind, you would have to literally line the walls with copper in this room.

People like Ruburt translated inner knowledge in many ways — through acting it out, through singing or dancing, through drawing images on cave walls. [...]

[...] They imagine what it would be like to fall from a wall like Humpty-Dumpty, or to break their necks. [...]

[...] But with the bed now out further toward the center of the room, with space on either side of it you see, so it is open and is not against the wall. [...]

[...] Personality can have a corrosive or soothing effect upon such unlikely things as the paint upon your walls. [...]

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

[...] However, imagine a small room, a very small room, into which a light Ping-Pong ball has been flung with great force so that it bounces back and forth against the narrow walls. [...]

[...] A pale yellow on the walls rather than the white would be of benefit, in that room, you see. [...]

[...] They included a projection through the eastern wall of our living room, and a “visitor” who returned with her; the Latin title of a book; her awareness of a third eye; some material, with diagrams, of me as a monk who wrote manuscripts in an underground chamber that he later sealed; a vision of Seth in a brown robe, looking as I’ve painted him—but the brown robe was “too easy,” Jane said suspiciously. [...]

[...] As a rule, however, you do not go through walls with this body. [...]

[...] He did not have the confidence, you see, to see himself passing through the physical walls, as he did in fact. [...]

[...] With more than a little wry humor over what I considered to be a failure of belief on my part, I took action: Late in July I had a contractor, who is a friend of ours and well acquainted with Jane’s situation, install a heavy outside door in a bedroom wall, and construct the necessary step to the ground. [...]

Odd green walls, and something the color of wine. [...]

[...] He dashed it against the wall. [...]

[...] I have a copy of them up on the wall of the studio. [...]

([Gert:] “When I do this mirror trance, I’m getting an image on the wall behind me of my ‘Golden Boy.’ Is that a projection of my inner self?”)

There is little furniture, and the walls are a dull beige. [...]

[...] We kick to the wall and push through up the fireplace, one by one, to surface. [...]