“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The letters S C R E W, having to do with a name or street name. [...]

Now the truck (the sound of one can be heard outside on the street) pauses at the corner. [...]

[...] I’d sacrifice this house and live in a cheap apartment on Water Street again, if it would help, and we just had royalty money to live on.” [...]

[...] I have probably mentioned before that in college Ruburt would cross the street often rather than meet a group of students. [...]

[...] She had no idea that much of the yard on the side of the house, from the street to the far back fence, had been earmarked by our landlord for sale to Dr Levine for a parking lot.

I walk down a street of a town not unlike Elmira and go into a small open-air restaurant which seems to have been made from one of those hexagonal pavillions. [...]

[...] We walk down a shaded, quiet street and turn in at a large white house with a screened lower porch. [...]

The bakery across the street from Throckmorton’s shop was run by a man called Ragan. [...]

[...] A cobblestone street lay between the two shops. [...]

(Rain had fallen in a fine drizzle throughout most of the day; and now, I saw from our second-story living room windows, a heavy fog lay over the street corner below and the newly finished Walnut Street Bridge just south of the intersection. [...]

[...] I could look through the treetops beyond them — we live on the second floor — and down to the street on the next block. [...]

[...] If you are on a street, follow it as far as you can, or turn a corner. [...]

[...] As I sat at the typewriter in my studio, I was flooded with perceptions of myself as such a woman: Pursued by an armed English military officer, she ran for her life down a hilly village street. [...]

[...] As for example when he acted as a salesperson years ago, sometimes gathering small groups at the street corners in Florida. [...]

[...] And possibly stone-type houses, close together, on each side of a street, crowded houses. [...]

[...] The plant cannot choose to walk down the street. [...]

[...] The dream took place at 458 because it is an offshoot of an unrealized probability that opened there on two occasions (in 1973 at our apartment at 458 West Water Street, Elmira, New York).

[...] Years ago, when walking down the street with Ruburt, he exuberantly ahead of you, you often said “Slow down.” [...]

[...] The summer season within yourselves is far more enjoyable than the summer streets down which you walk. [...]

[...] As I type its pages for the final time, I’m back at our old Water Street apartments, and in our new “hill house” at once; I’m referring to 1975 sessions and recording Seth’s dictation on his latest book as well. [...]

The latest of course is the fear of cloning, but our young man does better than any fear-mongers, for he has the personal cloning people in their eerie vans with antennae, chasing him through the streets. [...]

[...] The location was near water, or the street had water in it, or there was a connection with swans—all of this applying to that episode.

[...] For example, I was thinking of the Los Angeles earthquake, one man walked out into the street and was killed by a brick. [...]