“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Downstairs was a shop owned by your brother’s father, who was not your father this time. The shop had a large sign out front with a picture of a spoon, and no lettering. [...] I do not know the significance of the spoon or what kind of shop he had, though I may be able to tell you at a later date.

[...] Then thought, nearly crying: I cut down desire—like loving to shop, and am afraid now to mix with people—then said Rob would help me there—in decent walking shape surely my attitude would be entirely different—so different it’s hard for me to imagine then to the importance that I make distinctions between the natural world; and the social or cultural one. [...]

[...] The 13 mentioned earlier may possibly refer to highway numbers (pause) of a road running past the tackle shop.

[...] I take Seth’s reference to a friend’s apothecary shop to mean the one operated by our friend in this life, John Bradley, who has been a witness to several sessions. According to Seth, John in his immediate past life ran such a shop in Boston; he moved at that time in the outer circle of our acquaintance. [...]

[...] There was, later, a dress shop nearby, and from the third story window front you could see the water.

[...] You visited your friend’s apothecary shop twice.

(I went shopping at SuperDuper on the way home tonight, and ate a late supper. [...]

[...] He does not want to slow you down while shopping, for example.

[...] Even though her state of awareness was still growing, Jane decided that she wanted to ride downtown with me after we’d finished eating; I planned to pick up one of our typewriters at a repair shop, then buy some groceries. [...]

[...] When I’d finished shopping perhaps 30 minutes later she was still writing. [...]

[...] While Rob did the shopping I kept looking — and looking — and looking. [...]

“I faced a group of shops and saw these also as models and their variations. [...]

[...] This was literally interpreted, and all other impulses systematically denied until, say, a shopping endeavor like today’s must be first thought out as good or bad. [...]

[...] Today’s mixture of walking, stimulation and facing the public (while shopping) is highly advantageous, but he should compare his condition not with others but with his reality.

Returning east to Sayre, Pa., he opened his auto-repair and battery shop. (Again, see Note 9 for the 679th session.) Through our early school years Linden and I had part-time “jobs” at our father’s shop, and many chances to watch him work. [...]

[...] When our touring car broke a rear axle on a remote dirt road in Montana, he fashioned a substitute in a blacksmith shop.

[...] Later you left and worked as an apprentice for a man in a carpentry shop. [...] He finally stole from the carpentry shop, and you were blamed for what was stolen. [...]

I pick up one two five again here, and I believe our friend the cat lover (Peggy Gallagher) enters the shop, and that the ensemble is in the window. (Pause.) La Rue (my interpretation), I do not know, a street, or does she rue having entered the shop, you see. [...]

The object is the left shoe or slipper, purchased in a shop on a side street, directly off from a main street. The street beginning with a C or G, and with the numbers 1 2 appearing somewhere in the address of the shop. [...]

[...] I read the prayer with her at 6:50, and left at 7:05 to go shopping at the Acme on the south side. [...]

[...] I went to the dentist, and shopping, and the drugstore and the bank. [...]

(I went shopping at the Acme after I left Jane last night, got home about 8:30, and finished supper an hour later. [...]

[...] I went shopping at Acme, and didn’t finish my own supper until 9:45 PM. [...]

While Rob went shopping, I did some mail and on his return we fixed a roast chicken dinner, put it in the oven and took a nap. [...]

[...] This weekend—it’s Sunday afternoon as I type this—we’ve been literally so occupied that we didn’t take the time to go food shopping for the week’s supply. [...]

[...] You had lunch, and both returned after a short trip shopping. [...]

[...] But your idea of specific work time automatically divides that time according to your beliefs from other times when you may be shopping, or doing something else far divorced from work.

There is a mechanical talent, early developed, though strangely in a woman’s life, when he was a girl caring for a father’s shop. The shop was concerned with the forerunner, or a forerunner, of balloons, an early invention that never became popular, for the distribution of letters in medieval France.