“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(My Aunt Mabel lives around the corner and two blocks down the street from us. When Jane and I went for our leaf-gathering walk in October of 1965, we picked up the maple leaves in our collection beside Aunt Mabel’s home; this is the section of the street where the maple trees grow, and one of these leaves made up tonight’s object.

[...] In addition, the center is located on Church Street, in Elmira.

(The address of the JCC is 115 East Church Street.

[...] That is, apparently in your vision you saw the side of the room away from the street.

[...] She was the daughter of a baker who lived across the street, and was one of the boy’s playmates. [...]

[...] After each turn through the living room, Jane had been pausing to look out one of our windows at the rather busy intersection of Water and Walnut Streets, one house away. [...]

[...] Through the inner senses, and using a very simple analogy, you would not only see the street as you do or hear the few sounds that drift to your ears. [...]

[...] People often keep track of changes in hometowns that they may not have visited for twenty years except in the dream state, when they familiarize themselves with the alterations that have happened, visit beloved streets and houses, or view old classmates.

[...] I change a world to some extent, though in your terms I will not actually sit in a chair or walk the streets, or shake your hand, or see the twilight come, or the sunrise.

Your painting was meant to bring out from the recesses of your being the accumulation of your knowledge in the form of images — not of people you might meet now on the street, but portraits of the residents of the mind. [...]

(While lying down for half an hour this evening, I saw the street outside our house clearly. [...]

(An ambulance then came across the Walnut Street bridge, siren blaring. [...] The ambulance then raced on down Walnut Street toward the hospital.

(They are the Fuller Pharmaceutical Co., 3108 W. Lake Street, and the Ulmer Pharmacal Co., 1400 Harmon Place, both in Minneapolis. [...]

[...] A street. [...]

[...] Right now I’m really blue, my eyes operating poorly; tears warmly close; yet enjoying the dark sky and street as rain threatens… the view of the mountains afforded by the windows; the rock music on the radio; the odd remaining odor of door varnish—deeply loving all of it yet swept through with something like nostalgia. [...]

The number 12; whether or not this is a street I do not know. [...]

On the one hand, man did indeed feel that he had fallen from a high estate, because he remembered that earlier freedom of dream reality—a reality in which the other creatures were still to some degree (underlined) immersed.³ Man’s mind, incidentally, at that point had all the abilities that you now assign to it: the great capacity for contrast of imagination and intellect, the drive for objectivity and for subjectivity (softly), the full capacity for the development of language—a keen mind that was as brilliant in any caveman, say, as it is in any man on a modern street.

Now I want you to continue onward and in your mind visualize, if you prefer, still another door or a path or an avenue, or an alley, or a street, or a landscape; but still another reality that opens adjacently from this one. [...]

Say you are in the middle of a street and suddenly a car is about to hit you. [...]

[...] He will ignore the contented playful child on one side of the street, and notice instead a dirty ragged boy even though he be further away. [...]

[...] Nor have I resumed the midnight walks I used to take over the hilly streets of our neighborhood; I used to look forward to seeing the shadowy deer as they moved down into the streets from the woods north of the hill house. [...]

[...] She saw the street she had grown up on, very clearly and in a way that she could not do in a dream. [...]

(Jane also remembers seeing some bare lilac bushes in a neighbor’s yard, across the street and next to a grade school building’s fence. [...]

[...] (Pause.) She—T—Sarah, attended a school with a small store nearby; an S is strongly connected, perhaps with the street name. [...]

[...] And there were days that I walked in other centuries the same streets that I had walked as a pope, but then only put my fancy toes abruptly upon and lifted them up again. [...]