“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Yesterday I finally remembered to tell Jane about another vivid dream I’d had last week. In this one I’d moved into an apartment down on West Water near the downtown section. I saw a nice big studio-type room, quite bare with polished wood. But when I looked outside, I saw a rundown row of apartments next door, and in the first doorway stood a young mother in ragged clothing, with several ragged children sitting on the steps, staring at me. No noise was involved. I’d connected those people with old beliefs.

[...] Her voice had become somewhat ragged and muted. [...]

[...] Tell him also to shake his arms downward from both the elbow and the shoulder, and in a playful manner, as if he were a rag doll perhaps. [...]

[...] He will ignore the contented playful child on one side of the street, and notice instead a dirty ragged boy even though he be further away. [...]

[...] As long as you are not bothered, as long as you do not have to mix with fools—the same fools who compose the various psychological, scientific, or medical societies—the same fools whom you sometimes say do not bother contacting you as long as the Enquirer, that rag, does not annoy you for interviews, and as long as people are not personally affected enough to bother you in any immediate fashion.

It floundered like a wet rag in a foul wind. [...]

[...] Afterward, he was like some happy rag doll. [...]

[...] It floundered like a wet rag in a foul wind. [...]

[...] He will ignore a contented child playing on one side of the street and notice, instead, a dirty ragged child, even though he be further away. [...]