“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(In the first one, after lying quietly for some time, and approaching the necessary state [close to sleep yet not asleep, but unaware of my body lying on the bed], I saw myself; I was at a public swimming pool in the summertime, although I saw no one else. I saw myself from the right side, striding purposefully along with vigorous step, carrying over my right arm a neatly folded white towel. Evidently I wore a bathing suit, but it was obscured by the towel, and I could not see its color. I did see my bare torso and lower legs.

(Beyond my figure I saw the typical blue-green opaque water of the tiled swimming pool, and some shining pipe work, evidently a fence or ladder. Over my head I sensed the reaching-out arc of a pavilion roof, curving gracefully. I walked on what I believe to be sparkling green and white tile.

(The flooring took a series of long shallow steps down, each step being perhaps two or three inches deep. As I strode along, my right heel slipped off the edge of a step, and I landed flatfooted on the next step with a jar. So vivid was this sensation that my whole body jumped, on the bed, and I was awake. And as my foot slipped and I was shaken up, I was myself; that is I was no longer watching myself. Upon awakening I thought of the Sayre swimming pool, but as far as I know the two settings would not be the same.

[...] Many people take excursions into other realities — swim, so to speak, through other streams of consciousness as a part of their normal waking lives. [...]

Now I am obviously such a one in your terms, swimming up through other dimensions of reality and observing a dimension of existence that is yours rather than my own. [...]

[...] These correct predictions were quite specific, and included such words as “cave” and “long swim.”

(“Has Bill ever been near any of these locations on his swims?”)

A suggestion like: “If you go swimming too soon after lunch, you will drown,” is extremely dangerous, for it predicts behavior of a disastrous nature that would follow almost automatically after the first act is performed. [...]

[...] We swim down the lake aways. We come to a particular cottage, find a space to swim through and find ourselves in an apartment that is completely underwater. [...]

We swim about the apartment. [...]

[...] Like fish, they can swim to other streams. [...]

Incidentally Ruburt, yes, the water there is safe for swimming. [...]

[...] Seth’s reference to a safe place to swim concerns the stretch of the Chemung River that we could see from the hillside position of the house we are interested in.

Thoughts spring into your mind as the objective universe swims into reality — that is, in the same fashion. [...]

[...] I do not expect you to drown in that pool, for I have taught you how to swim, you see. [...]

[...] Now as you know, you do not perceive the atoms and molecules that swim about the room nor the atoms and molecules that fill this space between our friends, nor the forces—the field forces—that exist. [...]

Now: As you know, you do not perceive the atoms and molecules that swim about the room, nor those that fill the space between our two friends, nor the forces — the field forces — that exist. [...]

[...] We went swimming with Bill and his family in Lake Ontario. We recall this especially because the usual beaches at Rochester were polluted by hordes of dead fish; we had to drive some distance to find a suitable swimming spot.

[...] It would be particularly beneficial before sleeping, massaged in or before swimming. [...]

[...] They were social, could swim well (pause), and for some time could live on the water. [...]

[...] This could stem from the wells in Wellsburg, as explained earlier, or from the fact that Jane would have preferred going to Enfield Glen to swim, instead of buying Masonite. Also, we planned to go swimming locally after getting the Masonite, but became so busy we did not do so.

[...] These blank spots of inertia, therefore, are creative to some extent, in that these other symbols may swim into view within them.

[...] Virtue consisted of the best car, or house or swimming pool — proof that one could survive in a tooth-and-claw world. [...]

After the first bad bouts for example, when he improved enough to go up and down stairs without even limping, when he was agile enough at least to climb some rocks at the Glen (Enfield, near Ithaca, NY), to swim after being largely incapacitated, you both acted as if the improvements meant nothing, discounted them largely, and concentrated upon those symptoms that did indeed still remain.

[...] He could send his own consciousness swimming, so to speak, through many currents, in which other kinds of consciousness merged. [...]

[...] Thoughts often seem to swim in and out of your system of consciousness, and you barely notice. [...]