“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] “I looked down and saw that I wore black shoes and white socks, like little kids do, like I look in some of those old photographs.” [...]

[...] When you indulge in such black-and-white thinking, you treat your ideals shabbily. [...]

White flakes, resembling snowflakes. [...]

[...] I believe it is larger, and sits on a table with a white cloth. [...]

[...] For the record: after supper this evening she received a call from a Dr. Freudenberger, a psychologist and psychoanalyst, who wanted her to speak on altered states of consciousness, to a class he conducts in White Plains, New York on Wednesday evenings. [...]

[...] One man is white-haired, one is sandy-haired. [...]

(“As a male, same color?” Brown and white.)

[...] In any case he will be replaced by a man with white or whitish blonde hair—light hair, initially from the Midwest, and he may have an accent. [...]

[...] With the other, and his feet, he was to maneuver his way back down the wall, with only a white rope as an aid, until he reached the street. [...]

[...] They also had their humorous side, since today she barely looked at her image, then afterward told me that her hair was white. [...]

Further on, at the top of the hill, at the left hand turn, is another white building at the curve, that is a new building. [...]

[...] They said that, alone, it was white and quite wide and easily noticeable. [...]

[...] Yet you cannot really put your finger on “the government,” though you might mention the White House as the seat of its power. [...]

[...] Peculiarly, she had a mental image which she described now; while speaking for Seth she had seen, in color, blue water as in an ocean, and white sand and two people running toward the beach in bathing suits. [...]

[...] It allows a certain kind of black-or-white, yes-or-no communication, with a little leeway toward a “maybe” now and then. [...]

(The 60th envelope experiment used as object a quick black line drawing, on porous white paper, that I made of a giant begonia plant at the office. [...]

[...] The object itself is in black and white only. [...]

[...] I saw no connection, but as soon as she saw the scene on the postcard used as object, Jane said fur had been a reference to the white foamy water spray and surf. To her it had a definite resemblance to the white thick fur of our long-haired cat, Willy. [...]

Black and white, a border, I believe of white. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) I was placed in a CAT scanner, my bare backside pressed painfully against a cold metal table, my head encircled by the strange doughnut, or globe, while bright white lights and numbers, it seemed, flashed everywhere. [...]

[...] (Pause.) Some kind of white gum, or glue, had been rubbed into my scalp through my hair to improve the electrical contacts, and when the test was finished the attendant simply grabbed one area of the equipment and pulled the entire mess off my head in one motion—which felt like my entire scalp was coming off. [...]

(November 29, Sunday, 2:00 AM: While dropping off to sleep, I saw many calligraphic-type symbols of squares within squares, triangles, circles, etc., in white line on a dark ground. [...] Similar to white chalk diagrams on a blackboard.

If you would feel better about it, we can shut off all the lights and I will have Ruburt dress in a white robe. [...]

[...] Now since all of you are white, when you see a black man you think of a black man and forget his individual characteristics. [...]

A dandy was a gentleman with high and fine and fancy white fluffed collars in the latest fashion, who wore girdles and bound in his waist, who was flirtatious and usually quite artificial in behavior, who dealt above all things in ritualized verbal activities, who got where he could get anyway he could. [...]

[...] And we have not intruded so that you would look up to me as the great white father that you do not need. [...]