“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She drank iced ginger ale all through the night, and decided to stop doing that today and switch to plain cool water. [...]

(4:26 p.m. I got Jane some cool water. [...]

I write: ‘Do you breathe water somehow?’ She answers, ‘Yes. They outlawed those suits a number of years ago, so we can’t get to …’ She stops suddenly and I get the idea that once again I’m in some kind of a warp of a probable dimension of submarine people, or people who live in a water-based atmosphere. My mask becomes uncomfortable and begins to fill with some water.

Here I find about twelve people in the water, in skin-diving outfits. [...] During this time, I’m acutely aware of the noise of the diving equipment and the very cold water.

[...] I look into the furnace room and notice a formation of something like hot water heaters near the ceiling. [...]

[...] “A connection with water” can be our Elmira, New York address, 458 W. Water Street, or that both Ormond Beach and Daytona Beach, Florida, are on the ocean.

[...] A connection with water. [...]

If that language I speak of had been verbal, man never would have said: “The water flows through the valley.” Instead, the sentence would have read something like this: “Running over the rocks, my water self flows together with others in slippery union.” [...]

[...] A man did not so much stand at the shore looking down at the water, as he immersed his consciousness within it. [...]

[...] Then, it was followed by a short scene of a sailboat on sparkling blue water. I recall no figures; the sails were a beautiful rich brown, as of woven material or leather; the design of the boat, while simple, was primitive; the water was brilliantly sparkling, the sky very blue.)

458 W. Water St

Rob and I are on vacation, perhaps only for a weekend, in a collegelike atmosphere, a town, with water nearby. [...]

[...] Now one place they stay: has water on one side and foliage on the other with large square openings in the front; and I do not believe here by the large square openings there is any glass. [...]

The Catlover stands on the ground, waiting, and this structure is also facing the water. [...]

Plants also need water beside sunlight. Let us say for our analogy that water provides the free-flowing motion of ideas circulating through the psyche freely. It is as if Ruburt said “Aha, I must have the sun, or economic security, so my abilities can grow,” and became so concerned about that that he forgot the need for watering.

[...] Now one place they stay: has water on one side and foliage on the other, with large square openings in the front, and I do not believe here by the large square openings there is any glass. [...]

The cat lover stands on the ground, waiting, and this structure is also facing the water. [...]

(After a good lunch—which Georgia had started feeding her in my absence—Jane said that in hydro yesterday morning, on the litter, both arms “did better than they ever have in the water. [...]

[...] Jane asked for water, but her left arm began rotating so fast she couldn’t drink. [...]

[...] She rested a bit, refused water, then took it before I turned her on her left side. [...]

[...] He needs encouragement, but then he will respond to it as a duck to water.

[...] There is also a symbolism here with the parting of the waters, a silence and abeyance, a hush. [...] See now the empty plain, as a scooped-out and hollow place from which the water has fled. [...]

[...] As she spoke she was back in the dream location; she saw the sand and the water; amusingly, she also worried about the water “coming back in,” she said. [...]

(Then she found herself in a tub of warm water, and she was filled with sexual sensual feelings, especially in the vaginal area. “I suddenly realized I was hallucinating the water and stuff, that I was really in my hospital bed. [...]

(Note: Just as Jane had had this dream, I’d read an article in the Star-Gazette to the effect that a few blocks near downtown Elmira, including the apartment house we’d lived in at 458 W. Water Street, had been designated a Historical Preservation Area by New York State. [...] I think the area is bounded by Walnut, West Water, and Church Streets, back toward downtown.)

(At about 8:30 last night, Jane said she’d had a very vivid “experience that was pretty real,” in which for a few seconds she found herself cavorting in very clear and shallow water, feeling really free and enjoying herself greatly. She could see the pebbles beneath the water, and so forth. [...]

[...] Connection with transportation, and perhaps with water. [...] The color reminds me of water at night.

(I believe the “well” in Wellsburg, also implying water and thus stern, worked in the same manner here. [...]

(“And perhaps with water.” [...]

[...] The color reminds me of water at night.” [...]

As far as physical therapy is concerned, if you gave hot water packs—plain towels, or Frank’s gadget—either one—the same or even half the attention you gave the cold water baths, this would now be of excellent immediate benefit. There are reasons why the body might at one time respond to the cold, then the hot water. [...]

[...] In this one I’d moved into an apartment down on West Water near the downtown section. [...]

Your other dreams regarding the Gallaghers (see the session for 12/22), and the dreary-looking place on Water Street, merely depict the end result of negative beliefs—and the Gallaghers represent negative beliefs that nevertheless were friends of yours, that is, you were friendly to those negative beliefs. [...]

As temperatures in various depths of ocean change, and as even the color of the water and of the flora and fauna change, so too in our value climate there are quality changes, and senses equipped to project and perceive the changes. [...]