“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Blacks and whites.

[...] Blacks and whites.” [...]

[...] There is a Baltimore connection, in that Baltimore is mentioned on the pepper can, as explained; also, Jane has a photo of herself taken on a set of the typical white Baltimore stone steps, with her dog, Mischa, now dead.

[...] It originated with the white-haired man. Very approximately here, his age—because of the hair color I am not sure—maybe 47 to 67, for his face is not old though his hair is white.

[...] With our friend Philip, a situation developing involving a white-haired man who is in the background, behind or connected with, the man who suggested Philip seek office. [...]

[...] The page is on white paper, and the writing on the tracing is done with the same pen I used to make the original notes. [...]

[...] (Long pause at 10:19.) White. [...]

[...] The notepaper is white.

[...] This period of time is leading you both away from black or white patterns of thought to some degree, so that you can consider the aspects of your lives, bothered less by absolutes. [...]

[...] In other words, avoid black or white thinking. [...]

(“Black and white colors.” The envelope object is white, with both the printing and typing on it in black ink. Wendell’s letter is also black and white, though his signature is in blue ink.

[...] The object was a standard white business envelope, printed and typed in black. [...]

[...] Black and white colors. [...]

[...] My head felt full of a white light. Everything in my astral visions was opaque white, instead of dark.

All the while, I was very conscious of the white light that was beginning to bother me. [...]

At this point the pulsations of the white light inside my head quickened and grew very powerful. [...]

[...] For a few moments I kept fluctuating — back to the park then back to my room — with the white light pulsating very strongly. [...]

[...] In those NDE’s, as they’re called, people have often reported encounters with intense white light. [...]

[...] I knew, or saw, that these lights came from ordinary table lamps with columnar shades of white fabric, and that they sat on a round oak table like the one in our living room. [...]

[...] But while these lights were ‘only’ white, they were both warm and cool, indescribable in their intensity, and really contained all colors.

[...] He surprises me with a great white sweater for an anniversary gift....)

A black and white photo. [...]

(I joked that I thought “A black and white photo.” [...]

[...] The card was carried next to a black and white photograph, incidentally. [...]

[...] As far as Ruburt’s condition has been concerned, you both have habitually thought so in terms of black and white that you added a narrow, limited area in which improvements might begin, but could only go so far.

[...] Instead, of course, he felt in such a position before the symptoms showed—as each of you felt, and were convinced in black-and-white fashion, that creative people were misunderstood, held in inferior position in the world, and were generally considered oddballs.

Your black-and-white beliefs have often led you both to either expect scorn, misunderstanding, or on the other hand to expect too much of others who come here. [...]

[...] Once again she’d spoken with what seemed to be considerable effort as she lay on her back, her head propped up on several pillows, her right arm swaddled closely in the blue and white canvas sling that held it close to her side and across her lower chest. [...]

(“White. [...] Her experience involved a pair of her mother’s brown and white spectator shoes, and was connected with her mother’s illness. [...]

[...] Brown and white in color, moving counterclockwise I believe, upon a small standard. [...]

White. [...]

[...] He did confirm however, the presence of a green and white boat that was anchored out in the bay, and in view from the front room of Larry O’Toole’s cottage. [...] The top of the boat was green, the bottom white. [...]

[...] During it I heard several vague voices, saw several vague scenes, including a white-haired man. [...]

[...] I saw myself from the right side, striding purposefully along with vigorous step, carrying over my right arm a neatly folded white towel. [...]

[...] I walked on what I believe to be sparkling green and white tile.

(Shirley White, in the summer of 1964, corner of Walnut & Water. [...]

(10:48.) Framework 2—this is not dictation—has been the basis for white and black magic, for example. [...]

You think that the soul is a white wall with nothing written upon it, and so your idea of sacrilege is to shit upon it, not realizing that the shit and the soul are one, and that the biological is spiritual; and that, again — if you will forgive my homey concept — flowers grow from the shit of the earth. [...]

[...] In English, the name would be Madonna of the White Waters.

[...] Bill Gallagher said the Spanish word for west is occidente; and the Spanish Madonna of the White Waters would be Madonna de Blanca Agua.

[...] Her chair was against a wall, and out of the direct line of reflected traffic lights, although I could see shadows pass across the white blur of her face. [...]

[...] Jane leaned back on the couch with her eyes almost closed; it seemed they were turned up so I could see the whites.)

[...] White, with one black circle on it, or on the portion facing upward.

[...] Closer, I have the impression of a black and white photograph, with two faces in the foreground, and shadow-shapes in the rear, through which lighter portions show.

[...] The man with a white, stiff-looking collar, rather high compared with today’s fashion.