“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Even though this light is on the other side of the bath door, due to reflection from the white walls of the room there was plenty of light. [...]

What grandiose claims these are, however — at least at this time — for Jane and I also read that in the last three-quarters of a century science has managed to bring about an increase of only four years in the life expectancy of the adult white male: from 69 to 73 years. [...]

The distortions referred to, represent those occurring in the dream and in the psychological time experiences, particularly in today’s experience in which Ruburt saw the white-gowned hospital personnel.

(That same night Carl also had a dream involving a large white house, but upon awakening could not recall it clearly.

[...] At once Jane and I named them Billy Two and Mitzi: Billy Two, obviously, because he was also a tiger cat and bore a strong resemblance to the dead Billy; Mitzi because with her longer, black and white fur she at once reminded me of the Mitzi who’d belonged to the Butts’s next-door neighbors when I was a child. [...]

The large room is healthy, the white color good. [...]

[...] Behind her closed eyes the customary blackness began to turn gray, then white, or light; she saw finally a milky diffused light, as though she was looking at a frosted glass. [...]

[...] Deep voice, straight hair, white shirt sleeves. [...]

[...] I want to see this in black and white. [...]

[...] I saw short, almost wispy white hair, but I wasn’t bald. [...]

[...] 6/27, 2:30 AM: Due to a very busy day I missed the regular experiment, but as I was falling asleep for the night I saw quite clearly the white-haired, shaggy head of an old woman. [...]

(In between these two sightings I saw a middle-aged man in rolled-up white shirt sleeves, sitting at a kitchen-type table and staring to my right. [...]

[...] He had a white mustache and a gravel voice. [...]

“Prayer contains its own answer, and if there is no white-haired kind old father-God to hear, then there is instead the initial and ever-expanding energy that forms everything that is and of which each human being is a part.

[...] Bill’s son is named David, he is four years old, and it is he who drew the test object, with a black ball-point pen on white paper.

[...] Between them on the wall was a drawing of Jane’s, matted in a gray-white matte perhaps three inches wide. [...]

[...] Saw two nurses, or a doctor and nurse, in white. [...]

[...] You want it in black and white, defined? [...]

[...] It is typewritten in black ink on paper the weight of this page, and white. [...]

[...] He did not use double envelopes, but had achieved the same effect by first wrapping the object in opaque white paper rather loosely; this also obliterated any hard edges that might have given sensory clues. [...]