“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I used wood for this that I found in father’s garage in Sayre over the last weekend. [...]

[...] I wonder if the town is Sayre, Pennsylvania and if we are all really there or if we have made this place up. [...]

[...] In that reality, you returned from York Beach, gave up your apartment in Elmira, returned to Sayre, lived for some time with your parents, [and] commuted to your Elmira job to save money.

[...] The house possesses its own kind of inner light this is not possessed by the Sayre house, and I recommend against that house regardless of price. [...]

[...] This afternoon, incidentally, Jane and I spent in Sayre, visiting my father in the hospital, eating supper with mother, etc.

([Sue:] “Then the couple did move back to Sayre?”)

[...] (In Sayre.) Or rather, you realized that she communicated her feelings very well, and her lack of understanding, while you communicated less; although your attitude in itself there is of course a communication. [...]

[...] All of us went through grade school and high school in Sayre, a railroad town in northeastern Pennsylvania: Our father settled his family there in 1923 when he opened an auto-repair and battery shop. The separations in the family began to happen after Linden and I graduated from high school, left Sayre, and started to work our respective ways through college and an art school. [...]

[...] He felt also, in the past, that if he told you to leave the job, and it did not work out as you wanted, that you would blame him, as he thought (underlined) you blamed him for the move from Sayre.

[...] It bore no similarity to those in Sayre, or on Foster Avenue in Elmira. [...]

[...] As Ruburt mentioned, years ago in Sayre he would find someplace in your apartment that seemed somehow secret for his workroom. [...]

“My friend, Floyd Waterman (I’ll call him), and I were in a five-and-ten-cent store in Sayre, my old hometown. [...]

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

(Which reminds me that when Jane and I lived at 317 South Elmer in Sayre, PA, I kept telling myself that by the time I reached 40 I would decide which I wanted to pursue. [...]

[...] Upon awakening I thought of the Sayre swimming pool, but as far as I know the two settings would not be the same.

[...] (While we were in Sayre; Jane was doing the washing; mother was cooking dinner, etc.) He remembered you and the pendulum, and having none there instead allowed submerged feelings up. [...]

Part of the stronger hand also had to do with his attempts to help you with your family, to shut you off from too much distracting emotion, when for example you moved back to Sayre after New York. [...]

[...] Since the old Ford—1955—was in the garage with gas tank trouble over the weekend, we were given a ride to Sayre and back from Elmira by the Crowders in their Cadillac. [...]

5. In Volume 1 Seth described the role a nonphysical Stella Butts played in Jane’s and my house-hunting activities in Sayre, Pennsylvania, last April: See the 693rd session, with notes.

I meant to mention earlier that regardless of your conscious feelings, the town of Sayre was not a good place for you to live, and a proximity so close with your parents is never advisable, as you know now. [...]

[...] The exception is my brother Bill, who looked at the questions briefly last week on a trip through Elmira, from Rochester, where he lives, to Sayre, Pennsylvania, where our mother lives. [...]