“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] “If I didn’t live so far from the hospital, [three miles] I’d go back and get some mail,” I said in frustration. [...]

[...] How many miles do you cover in a day? How many miles do you cover in a dream? [...]

(See Note 1 for more on Three Mile Island.

1. On April 20, technicians managed to lower below the boiling point the temperature of the cooling water in the damaged nuclear reactor at Three Mile Island; this success was achieved just 24 days after the accident began to unfold on March 28. [...]

[...] Sayre, PA is 18 miles from Elmira, NY and is my home town. [...]

[...] For example, if you are driving a car you may discover to your chagrin that the local speed limit in one small town is miles slower than in another. [...]

[...] Your point about the footraces is well taken in that context—the mile run. (I’d explained to Jane the psychological barrier that had existed for so many years about the impossibility of a human running the mile in four minutes. [...]

(Today Jane and I visited Key West, some 50 miles from here. [...]

[...] The wind had been blowing strongly—to 30 miles an hour, and even more—for over 24 hours. [...]

[...] Miles may appear before your inner vision. Are then these miles contained within your head? Are these miles contained within the small skull? [...]

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

[...] Seth described what I saw while my own consciousness was miles away, perceiving locations and events in another town or state. Our files contain statements from two brothers in California, for example, asserting that Seth correctly described their home and neighborhood while I spoke for him in Elmira, New York, some three thousand miles away. [...]

[...] That is, not terribly long, but perhaps 20 miles. (Orlando, FL, 20 mile trip approximately, to hospital, often.) He wore the jacket that day and the note was in the jacket, and she put it there and he didn’t know it was there.

[...] They had been found in a cave situated above the usually dry Qumran wadi, or riverbed, which leads to the Dead Sea a mile or so away. [...] The Qumran settlement was but fifteen miles from Jerusalem and Bethlehem. [...]

(12:19.) A man might merge his own consciousness with a running stream, traveling in such a way for miles to explore the layout of the land. [...]

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

[...] They are indeed amazingly swift creatures, and through scent alone they are aware of the presence of man when any member of your species is at all in the immediate area — standing, say, at least several miles away. [...]

Many birds in their fantastic migrations demonstrate an amazing optimism, traveling thousands of miles to distant shores, almost literally flying by faith, as it were, ignoring all dangers, unbeseiged by doubts. [...]

When you want to go downtown, you know that destination exists, though you may be miles away from it. [...]

[...] She came to Elmira with me after I’d begun working for the greeting-card company, Artistic, to look for a place for us so we could move from Sayre and save the time and expense of commuting 30 miles a day, five days a week. [...]

[...] Ed offered me a job as an artist in his upstate hometown of Schuylerville, some 11 miles east of Saratoga Springs and on the Hudson River. [...]

[...] Evening was approaching at the end of my 200-mile trip when we met. [...]

[...] Ed talked about moving with his family to New Paltz, a small community about 110 miles south, near the Hudson River; he might find commercial work there with a friend. [...]

[...] We were living in Sayre, Pennsylvania, a middle-class railroad town in which I’d grown up, which lies only 18 miles southeast of our present home in Elmira, New York. [...]

[...] Although Jane’s father, and my own, had died the previous year (in 1971), our mothers were still living: Jane’s in a nursing home in upstate New York, and mine at the Butts family home in Sayre, Pennsylvania, which is only 18 miles from Elmira and just south of the New York State border. (While Jane and I were away my mother stayed with one of my brothers, who lives some 60 miles below Sayre.)