“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Eyes open briefly, slitted.) These windows are always available to us, as the windows in your room are available to you. In your terms some of the windows would contain probable realities within your physical system. To us one is as real as the other.

It is not that your being exists in a lesser reality. It is that (eyes open occasionally, slitted again) you have not learned to recognize the extent of the reality in which you do exist. So our information must somehow appear within the small scope of what you recognize as reality, or you will not perceive it.

[...] Her eyes through most of the conversation were slitted open, her voice usual. [...]

(Jane burst out laughing, her eyes still slitted. [...]

[...] I had noticed that her eyes had become slitted again as she spoke. [...]

[...] True, her eyes were relaxed into slits — although they gradually opened normally as we talked. [...]

[...] (Eyes open, slitted.) You have your own situation and your own conditions to deal with. [...]

[...] I assume her eyes were at least slitted open for her to perform these tasks, but if so I could not tell. [...]

[...] She said she slits her eyes open when she picks up a wineglass, knocks the ashes off a cigarette, etc. [...]

[...] Very recently she had lifted it somewhat, and I saw that her eyes appeared to be slitted. [...]

(Jane had been facing me as she spoke from her prone position, and I had noticed that her eyes had appeared to be slitted, as though preparing to open. [...]

[...] She appears to have no memory of opening her eyes on such occasions; if she does slit them open I cannot tell, even from my position across a narrow table from her.

I was still walking very slowly, with my astral eyes slitted to cut down the focus of distractions. [...]

[...] Now her eyes slit open. [...]