“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It is as if the sky then decided to reject the black clouds and then, through association, decided to reject the white clouds; and, through association, to reject anything at all that might appear within it. [...]

[...] It was a ranch-style, cedar-sided dwelling that had just been painted a dark green — a conventional one-story affair with white shutters, a fireplace, a picture window, an attached double garage in back, and many trees and shrubs. [...]

Robert F. Butts, my husband, sits on the couch across from me, taking verbatim notes of what I say as Seth, transcribing these “other-worldly” communications with a modern pen on good white bond paper. [...]

(The man resembled Rob to an amazing degree, except that he was an older version; profile darn near identical, hair white, same brows and same expression as Rob has when deeply upset. [...]

[...] At one time it had a white collar that could be detached. [...]

[...] They are not you, any more than you are the black man, or the white woman, or the Indian woman, or the Chinese man.

(For the test object I picked a black and white photograph of a dog Jane had owned when I married her. [...]

[...] She wore glasses and had grayish white hair, she was stout and messy.

Some further here with sepia—to achieve something different now, a sunny clear effect, a newness, a way of applying sepia with white; thin-layered, with a particular kind of varnish... [...]

(Bill Macdonnel said that the dark bath doorway turned into a foggy white; he then saw the form of Seth’s apparition stand out against this lighter background. [...]

I do see in that large white room some occurrences on our party night, and I shall have quite a time watching your expressions. [...]

[...] 7/11, 1:30 AM: While drowsing before going to sleep, I saw briefly a woman of about 40, who sat curled up within the left third of a rectangular white screen. [...]

[...] She was smiling and wearing a white sleeveless blouse, and was followed by a young girl I do not know. [...]

[...] There is a change in blood count going on, an imbalance corrected, a decrease in white cells, and a bodybuilding process at work.

[...] This often involved social divisions, for the impoverished were a mixture of blacks and “lower-class” whites. [...]

[...] And Ruburt would appreciate a few words on nice white bond. [...]

[...] It will all be down in black and white for you before too long, however.

[...] I sense that you come from a land so overcrowded and tumultuous that it makes my sands blanch even further, and the knuckles of my rocks turn white.”

[...] They will see the world in black-and-white terms again, with good and evil clearly delineated in the most simplistic terms, and thus escape a slippery, thematic universe, in which man’s feelings seemed to give him no foothold at all.

[...] It may be in the nature of a license, but it is of some legal nature rather than a personal note, blue or green and white, the handwritten material on printed lines. [...]

[...] The object tonight is white paper, but then many objects are.