“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I am not sure if it is white or brown wheat bread that has a tendency to bother you during this season. [...]

I find that in black and white my words may sound harsh. [...]

[...] We sat in semidarkness then, at a small white table in front of a full-length mirror. [...]

(Malba said it takes time to prepare for a seance, 15 minutes at least in relaxation before; a black cloth on our table reaching to the floor would help, as well as drapes on the upper half of our windows, to cover the white Venetian blinds. [...]

[...] One has dark hair, one has blondish or white hair. [...]

[...] We walk down a shaded, quiet street and turn in at a large white house with a screened lower porch. There is a large tree to the left of the porch, and a weedy driveway leads back to a large white barnish-looking building with double top-hinged doors. [...]

[...] I made the drawing for this evening’s test on white paper; the paper was thin and the heavy black ink struck through the paper rather clearly. [...]

[...] One or two small white objects, perhaps dice. [...]

[...] It is a small white collar. [...]

[...] But seeing myself transformed more or less into plain black and white words on a page of paper seems dull and uninteresting. [...]

The black man is somewhere a white man or woman in your time. The white man or woman is somewhere black. [...]

[...] White men and women were not supposed to act like that. [...]

[...] Wore a white coat, I believe, and peered down at me like an owl.”

Now yesterday Ruburt told Frank that he would see him every other week, and he told a white lie to cover the real reason. [...]

[...] I also asked Jane about what use the gorgeous colors of Billy’s luxurious fur are to him if he can’t appreciate those patches and stripes of sienna, black, warm gray, and pure white. [...]

(This morning before the alarm rang, Jane found herself having an experience in which she was standing amid gray-white smoke. [...]

(With some humor:) Ruburt and Joseph have recently purchased a color television set, so now their television world is no longer in black and white. [...]

You are all in at the start of something, and surely you do not want it all explained for you and written out in black and white. [...]

One such plant resembles the cotton plant, yet with very small yellow or yellow white seeds, and grows in certain portions of Africa. [...]

[...] He found a mixed world, one hardly black or white, one with some considerable give-and-take, in which under even the most regrettable of circumstances there was room for some action, some improvement, for some … creative response. [...]

[...] I remember somehow equating all the silence about me with a forbidding white wall. And in parentheses: (I don’t know why I felt that way, but I did.) I couldn’t die deaf (Jane said with a laugh at 11:45). I think I had imagined that everything would shut down gradually. [...]

(Tomorrow, the hostages meet President Reagan at the White House. [...]