“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It was John Bumbalo, our neighbor who lives across the street from our hill house. [...]

[...] In the experience the kitten was in the hospital room, and there seemed to be adjoining rooms, as at 458 (the address of the apartment house we’d lived in on W. Water Street). This signified that Ruburt was building up similarities between present and past experience, so that the kitten, appearing in the dream’s present and past also, would indeed appear in the future.

[...] Traffic noise was a bother at times — and that effect reminded me of how often such racket had been a problem when we held sessions at 458 W. Water Street.)

[...] I might as well be downtown on a busy street, I thought. [...]

[...] Yet you may be straddling time in such an instance, perceiving, say, the room as it was in the 1700’s and the street as it appears in your present. [...] The car may suddenly disappear before your eyes, to be replaced by an animal or the whole street may turn into a field.

[...] If you find a girl in a bathing suit standing on a wintery street, for example, one or the other has to go. [...]

[...] ‘This cannot be a legitimate projection.’ Yet you may be perceiving the street and the field that existed ‘before’ it, and the images may be transposed one upon the other. [...]

[...] Then I found myself on a strange city street. I was determined to find out where I was, so I walked around the block looking for street signs. [...] I saw two street names and finally decided to enter the lobby of one of the hotels. [...]

“I’ve already memorized two street names,” I said. [...]

No matter what anyone said, I was determined to remember any specific material I could—names, street signs, or route numbers. [...]

A stop at 74th Street, and an 82nd-Street address.

[...] This room is part of a cottage that is joined to another cottage in the crowded Provincetown area, and both units are, actually, directly in back of a business establishment that faces on Provincetown’s main street, Commercial St. To reach them it’s necessary to use an alley around the business establishment. [...]

(To leave the cottages for a moment, down the street within three blocks is a bar with a large keg in it, as Seth stated. [...]

(Bill states it is his belief that the “two houses nearby” do refer to the two cottages mentioned above, one shared by Gary and Larry O’Toole, with the front room across from the beach, since they are not far down the street from the A-House bar.

[...] Then to my amazement I saw that the supposed animal was actually the broken remnants of a hollow, life-sized metal statue of a deer that had stood for years in the front yard of a house on Harrison Street, in Sayre, at the other end of town. [...]

“Rob’s dream states quite clearly, precognitively, about the pollution of the Brenner property from the supermarket just up the street. [...]

“The statue of the deer represents that idealistic image of the past; finding it broken in Brenner’s yard connects its real environment where Rob lived as a small boy [on Harrison Street] to Wilbur Avenue where he lived later; meaning that he’d idealized both backgrounds. [...]

(Seth reiterated what he had said before about my healing powers.) When you pass people in the street, go to work immediately. [...]

I have a connection with Martha and water, perhaps because you told me she lived on Grand Island, or perhaps this is an indication of a street name such as Lake Ave, Water St., etc. [...]

[...] even when passing someone on the street. [...]

[...] Tam told us that he now does try direct healing on persons he passes on the street—one of the points mentioned by Seth. [...]

(Similarly, last night I stood at a window and looked out across the Walnut Street bridge. [...] I felt myself walk beneath the signal lights at the far end, and continue on up the street. [...]

[...] (Actually, I do not drive because of poor eyesight.) The car approached our corner, at Walnut and Water Streets. [...]

[...] In the first, I saw a young, black woman and a young, white woman on the corner of Walnut and Water Streets. [...]

[...] She lived in an apartment right at the corner of Walnut and Water Streets, but she was not a close friend — barely an acquaintance — and we saw her rarely. [...]

(10:58.) Sometime as you walk down a street, pretend that you are seeing the same scene from the sky in an airplane, yourself included. On another occasion, as you sit inside your house imagine that you are outside on the lawn or street. [...]

Now when children walk down streets, they count the cracks in the sidewalks. [...]

I think it was that late morning that Margaret, our neighbor, dropped in late morning to tell us she and Joe would be heading for their cottage, but somewhere I got it in my head that it would be one of those summer weekends when people prowled around—found excuses to go to malls or visit strange towns or just wander the streets or through public buildings—or visit here, if there were any fans in the nearby locality. [...]

[...] It’s the little painting of a dream of my own, in which I stand on the close edge of a roof, looking down into a city street. [...]

[...] (Pause.) He operated as a professional medium on Guinnip Street, perhaps 451 , or any sequence of those numbers.

[...] The high school we visited was on Water Street, our street, and at first we thought of walking up to it. [...]

[...] The back of one of the envelope objects contains our address, 458 West Water Street, Elmira, NY, written there by me when we took Sabin Type I polio vaccine in October 1962.