“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] You have only to experience the moment as you know it as fully as possible — as it exists physically within the room, or outside in the streets of the city in which you live. [...]

[...] You may speak with dead friends or relatives, revisit the past, greet old classmates, walk down streets that existed fifty years earlier in physical time, travel through space without taking any physical time to do so, be met by guides, be instructed, teach others, perform meaningful work, solve problems, hallucinate.

[...] An office on 42nd street in New York City. [...]

[...] Jane says Marjorie Buck lives in an old house, at 655 Logan Street. [...]

[...] I also see a sort of trouble in September for a woman neighbor, who lives three doors down the street from him.

(“Three doors down the street from Philip? [...]

[...] Instead I started walking up Mohawk Street, around the corner toward Keystone Avenue, a block away. [...]

(Next, Jane and I had been attending a party in a building on a busy downtown street corner, on the second floor. [...]

[...] It has finally come to me that the dark tunnels of those streets I run on, with their mysterious implications of the unknown, and the fear of the dark that such streets can generate, are physically oriented metaphors for the transition Jane has made to another reality. [...]

[...] The streets are lined with trees arching up to meet overhead; periodically those intersecting patterns of leaves and branches are punctuated by bursts of light from the streetlamps. [...]

[...] However, the place was more spacious, and bore elements of 458 W. Water Street, in Elmira, New York, also. [...]

[...] You used to comment to Ruburt about all the people on the streets in working hours. [...]

[...] He gave some street locations with this information, but we did not try to check it out.)

(“Can you give us a street name in Oslo?”)

[...] “A connection with water” can be our Elmira, New York address, 458 W. Water Street, or that both Ormond Beach and Daytona Beach, Florida, are on the ocean.

[...] The legs today cannot walk down tomorrow’s street, so if the mind wants to know what is going to happen tomorrow, or what is happening now, outside of the physical senses’ domain, then it must try through reason to deduce the information that it wants from the available information that it has. [...]

[...] Joseph was unconsciously aware of the first house [of the two in Sayre], and could have chosen not to drive down that particular street, for example. [...]

[...] Anyone who walks up the steps from the street knows [he or she is] making a trip. [...]

[...] Often I felt sorry for the other tenants in the big old apartment house we live in on West Water Street, in Elmira, New York. [...]

Let’s cut loose, you and I
Before we grow old and scared,
Too timid to breathe, too fearful to blink,
Too cautious to cross a quiet street.

(A note: Late this morning Jane and I drove up to the Hoffman Street post office and mailed the corrected script of Personal Reality to Prentice-Hall. [...]

[...] You have all met each other either as strong friends or relatives or acquaintances or simply as strangers who passed each other perhaps upon a street in another time and another place. [...]

[...] I told myself I was willing to try anything — a visit to some other reality, a plunge through the door into the living room, a trip down the street in front of the house….

[...] Then on Thursday we learned that he’d bought the place across the street from the hill house. [...]

[...] … I think the Gray Street viaduct in Elmira, though I’m not sure. [...]

[...] Two freight cars fell off the same viaduct that Virginia had seen in her dream but a few blocks south of Gray Street. [...]