“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] A Planned Parenthood clinic is to be opened soon in Elmira; neither Jane nor I knew this. [...]

[...] This reminded me of the bitterly cold days when I did the same thing years ago while working at Artistic Card Company—the job that brought us to Elmira. [...]

[...] In retrospect, I still don’t know—the next day—whether Fred had visited the police station in West Elmira to ask directions to the hill house. [...]

(P.S. After I finished, found a reference in Fred’s manuscript to being in a restaurant in Pittsburgh and waiting for a flight—evidently to Elmira. [...]

[...] It seemed as if the room now was almost huge enough to take up all of Elmira; but I didn’t feel as if; I felt as if this were actually happening. [...]

(I brought Jane back home from St. Joseph’s hospital in Elmira, New York at about 4:15 PM yesterday. [...]

(Jane first became aware that something was wrong with the finger at 2 PM or so Thursday, as we were finishing an interview with Peggy Gallagher about our experience in the 1972 flood in Elmira. [...]

[...] My husband, Robert Butts, and I live at 458 West Water St., Elmira, NY. [...]

[...] There is some information on it in a book in the Elmira Library. [...]

[...] Ithaca is some 35 miles northeast of Elmira, NY.]

(To recap: Seth also said, referring to photographic proof of facial changes in Jane, that if she took the photographs for instance [Peggy is a reporter for the Elmira Star-Gazette], she would be accused of collusion with Jane and myself.

[...] I always got away and hid, in room after room, but the dream was an upsetting one, like that I’d had a week or so ago, when I’d lost my way amid a series of deserted factory buildings on the edge of Elmira. [...]

[...] She told us she’s leaving the hospital to be a supervisor in Painted Post, a small community some 17 miles west of Elmira. [...]

[...] In October my first book was coming out, and Peg Gallagher, a reporter for the Elmira Star Gazette, interviewed me. [...]

[...] And consider this puzzler: Granted my consciousness traveled from Elmira to San Juan in space, what about time? [...]

[...] The couple no longer live in Elmira. [...]

(A companion prediction to this one, made by Seth at the same time and concerning the outbreak of a narcotics investigation in the Elmira area, within three months, developed as predicted.)

[...] The house at Elmira Heights can suit your purposes. [...]

[...] If you pursue the Elmira Heights location, then think of the basement rooms as separate. [...]

[...] Jane and I met him in May 1960, when we moved from Sayre into an apartment house close to downtown Elmira. [...]

In March 1975 Jane and I purchased the hill house just outside Elmira, and within a few weeks David acquired his own place not far from us in the valley below. [...]

(Jane talked about 458 W. Water St., in Elmira, and some of the great times we’d had there. [...]

[...] It’s located near Ithaca, New York, some 35 miles from both Elmira and Sayre. [...]

[...] (For Elmira’s newspaper.)

[...] We have not seen Wendell since moving here to Elmira, NY, six years ago. [...]

[...] Was the restaurant in which the reunion was held located on the ground floor of a building like the Star-Gazette building here in Elmira? [...]

[...] Even 1730 Pinnacle Road in Elmira, New York. [...]

[...] [In them, incidentally, I mentioned the destruction of Elmira’s Walnut Street Bridge; the old steel span had crossed the Chemung River half a block from our apartment house. [...]

[...] Jane and I leave Elmira this Friday, July 9, to attend the Hypnosis Symposium at New York’s Oswego State University College on July 9, 10 and 11.)

[...] It takes no time for you to journey, using the inner senses, from Elmira to New York. [...]

[...] The scene reminded me of Clute’s used-car lot here in Elmira, but was not it.

(Some members of Jane’s “old” ESP class gathered at the hill house of Jane and Rob in Elmira, New York.

[...] Ruburt never said “Will the people in Elmira understand what I am saying?” He wrote because he had to write what he wrote. [...]