“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Appointments are made and kept,
And records scrawled in haste,
While bodies wait in crisp white beds,
All untouched and neat and safe.

[...] In black and white print, this sounds ridiculous, yet, emotionally, the statement has a logic that speaks louder than all my deliberate suggestions to the contrary. [...]

[...] I thought the other voice belonged to an older man with glasses and white hair, though I did not see this person. [...]

[...] And (to a black student) you cannot know what it is like to be black in this culture — you may not agree here — unless you are also white in it…. [...]

[...] Her images led me to search out the collection of battered black-and-white snapshots of her that somehow, some way, she’d managed to save from her early childhood. [...]

[...] Across the street is the white clapboard house of our neighbors, whom we love and who love us. [...]

[...] He said that the dark open bathroom doorway turned a foggy white. [...]

[...] Some time later, it seems, I became aware that I was watching a youngish woman in a polka-dot dress, white dots on black or a dark color, climb up three or four back-porch steps and enter a house, with a screen door closing behind her. [...]

[...] Dick was accompanied by a thin, sharp-faced man in dark-rimmed glasses, neatly dressed in a dark suit and white shirt and colored tie, and a slim rather good-looking woman I did not know. [...]

[...] One would expect the pages of the pad to be white, ready for drawing. [...]

1. See the picture section in Prentice-Hall’s editions of The Seth Material for a cropped, black-and-white reproduction of my oil portrait of Seth, “in the form in which he chose to appear to Rob,” as Jane wrote in Chapter 8 of that book. [...]

(Tracing of the pencil drawing on white paper, used as the object in the 36th envelope experiment, in the 236th session for February 28,1966. [...]

[...] It is printed entirely in dark blue ink on glossy white heavy paper. [...]

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

[...] She just sat there, really white-faced, unsmiling, looking quite terrified.

[...] I wear a one-piece suit, long white stockings, and black shoes. [...]

[...] Our black-and-white cat, Mitzi, followed me. [...]

[...] /
My color changes, / my white parchment / skin turns coral, /
minute wrinkles disappearing. [...]

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