“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The street faces north and south, runs north and south. [...]

(Discovering this on the way to Sayre, I pulled into the near empty parking lot of the shopping center on Elmira Street and gave Jane my own pendulum to use. [...]

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[...] You used to say in a critical manner that he would not wait for you to open doors, and run ahead of you on the street. [...]

[...] I write this book during the day in my study, looking out the wide bay windows at the street and at the mountains and river just beyond. [...]

Quite sharply he perceived a particular curb at the corner of a definite intersection (York Avenue and Warren Street), and his attention was caught by the focus a curb, a slope of dirt, and then the sidewalk; and the motion of the carriage as it was wheeled up.

“Then it’s possible to walk down a street and meet a fragment of yourself?”

[...] An old mansion across the street was turned into a grocery store. [...]

[...] There was a wrench, almost painful, a click at the back of my neck and I found myself flying through a window at seemingly incredible speed, out of the house at second floor level, gaining altitude and heading over Water Street toward the mountains in the distance. [...]

[...] Our living-room windows command a good view of our street, one of the main ones in Elmira, but a quick look told me the accident was out of our visual range. [...]

(Jane and I were also interested in the fact that we’d seldom been on Foster Avenue, even though it lay within comfortable walking distance of the apartment house we lived in on Water Street; nor could either of us recall having noticed the “Foster Avenue place” before. [...]

[...] Where in space is the street upon which you walk in a dream?

(As I drove east on Water Street, heading for the center of Elmira, Jane exclaimed again and again over the new beauty she was discovering in her world. [...]

[...] We interpreted this as a possible reference to street lights at first, or a theater marquee, since the reunion was held at night, and nighttime travel would involve lights, etc. [...]

The street is quiet, and were I poetic I would have more to say. [...]

[...] The streets have been littered with debris from trees, and driving home this noon after taking Jane to work I felt several small limbs strike the roof of the car.

[...] For when you are asleep, you usually cannot find the street upon which you live your waking hours, and when you are asleep, you do not know your waking self. [...]

Had you stayed in Miami your crazy Ruburt would have pointed out an apartment house in a fair section of the city, but rather far from the ocean, I believe something like Dunlop Street, where you would have found an apartment.

[...] We could hear the automobiles swooshing across the new Walnut Street Bridge that lifted gracefully over the Chemung River, less than a quarter of a block from our apartment house; it had been raining earlier this evening and the traffic noise was softened. [...]

[...] “A fountain with steps leading up to it; a circular formation surrounded by flowers, with closely crowded, old, two-story structures to the left of the street and very close to it, in rows.” [...]