“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] “And now these little men’ve got little things like trowels, and they’re taking scoops of white stuff out of my body and throwing it away. They spray something on the part first, that makes this white stuff soft, then they scoop it out.”

[...] Instantly a white light came from the floor up through the ceiling, door width, with some symbols in or on it. [...]

[...] The white light is characteristically a symbol in such cases. [...]

(Just before supper I told Jane about my dream of last night, involving Bill Gallagher: He’d been a white-haired stage performer, and I looked down on him from a box seat in the loge of an intimate, dramatically-lit theater. [...]

[...] The white walls were replaced by intricate colored wallpaper and drapes of velvet. [...]

[...] While it was not as colorful as it had been earlier, neither was it the white painted wall that should have been there.

[...] The systems [of reality] are more like the various segments of a tangerine, with the uncamouflaged boundary areas like the white membrane between the tangerine sections.

[...] There was much greater contrast than usual between the very dark clouds high above and the rest of the air, and colors — dark purple, a greyish white and several green and dark greys — almost appeared like clumps, thick and then thinning.

[...] The ghostly qualities in that event fit in with what I was trying to do in the painting: By leaving the thick gray and white underpainting of my “portrait” of “Jane” without color, I realized, I could express not only a probable interpretation of her, but the colorless qualities of the Saratoga experience itself. [...]

[...] In their own way, and using an analogy, now, in certain respects at least the CU’s operate as minute but extremely potent black holes and white holes, as they are presently understood by your physicists. [...]

See the 593rd session in the Appendix of Seth Speaks, where Seth briefly discusses both black holes and their suggested counterparts, white holes.

This horror, these few white hairs, then very naturally become the reason to increase smoking, for he now has an excellent reason to feel sorry for himself.

[...] Dark colors and white. [...]

[...] It is a black and white photo. [...]

[...] Dark colors and white. [...]

[...] I saw a road with white guardposts and possible red lanterns. [...]

[...] Once briefly I saw a bright white light, as though it was approaching me. [...]

[...] A white taxicab. [...] The symbol is of more than one color, however, and fairly dark against the white. [...]

[...] It is a black and white print on very thin, almost transparent paper. [...]

[...] The flowers at the foot of the statue are also red, with a few in white.

[...] The flowers surround three sides of the statue base, and appear to be petunias, red and white.

[...] This seems to pin the spectacular reference down to the postcard picture, since it shows the statue of Mother Goose in Story Book Land, surrounded by red and white flowers.

[...] I wore shorts and a sweatshirt and had white hair. [...]

[...] In many cases, whenever your culture and so-called primitive ones have met, inoculations worked, whether or not the natives believed in a particular inoculation, because they do believe in the “white man’s superior power,” and were as hypnotized by the white doctor’s mystique as they were by their medicine men.

One of Jane’s earlier travels through an altered state of consciousness, in September, 1972, resulted in the first session on her unique “slow” and “fast” sounds, then led into information on faster-than-light particles, black holes, white holes, and “dead” holes. [...]

Some place during their journeys they met a white-haired gentleman. [...]

[...] (Pause.) Now I think of two candles, and the piece of cloth is white, the cloth on the table.

(“Black and white. [...] The announcement was printed in black ink on white, as is usual. [...]

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

[...] Someone darted into the room, left a pile of white underpads on the desk, and darted back out.)

[...] A great sword, a shield, cries; white teeth and dark skin. [...]

(After the session she had more impressions off to her left of the Turkish leader—“the white teeth and dark skin. [...]

Now you are both channels, in those terms, for what you might think of as both white holes and black holes. [...]

[...] He was the black hole for awhile then he ran around the other side of the set and became the white hole and the whole transfer occurred through him and the whole thing may have been a symbol and that this occurs back and forth and constantly in all of us all the time.”)

There may be something white, a piece of paper perhaps, in front of him, upon which the light falls.

[...] I believe he has on a white shirt, and loose collar, and he thinks, “Well now, Seth, well now. [...]

 (To Sue.) You are ready for an excursion into another level of probabilities that you have not visited and so our friend, Ruburt, will expect to see the results in black and white before too long. [...]