“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Along with that sound, I had been hearing someone move back and forth in the apartment above us.)

[...] The upstairs apartment was quiet now.

[...] You cannot hold encounters with All That Is apart from yourself, and you cannot separate yourself from your experience. [...]

[...] Leonard Yaudes has a girlfriend who has a dog; occasionally they leave the dog in Leonard’s apartment when they go out on a date. The connection would be that the object came from Leonard’s apartment. It is a weak one, in that the girl in question is not the girl who was present in the apartment on November 20,1965, when Jane and I were given the object. [...]

[...] You received the card in a friend’s apartment. [...]

[...] They cannot be plowed under for some ideal that exists apart from them.

([Natalie:]“Then if it is falling apart at the seams, will it fall apart by 2000?”)

[...] It is falling apart at the seams and it is human. [...]

[...] He did tell them he had an apartment in Denver, CO, but obviously no local agency was going to pay to transport him back home; we’d wondered about that, too. [...]

[...] We were still tired today, but were in the midst of cleaning up both apartments before settling down to work again.

[...] With a young agile man, I’d climbed up the rough outside red brick wall of an apartment house—several stories up, at least, and climbed in through a window into my own apartment. [...]

[...] Also an apartment. [...]

(“Also an apartment.” [...]

(As John explained company politics to us now, he said he thought he saw a connection with Seth’s mention of an “apartment.” [...]

(In reference to the apartment data, Seth came through again at 11:00.)

[...] She is a retired, unmarried school teacher, 74 years old, who for the last fifteen years has lived in the front apartment on the second floor of our apartment house. [...] Our doors are perhaps fifteen feet apart. Miss Callahan’s apartment faces West Water St., on the south; our place faces the west.

[...] And your dreams, while part of you, actually exist apart. [...]

(Actually the young couple calling on us live in a downstairs apartment. [...] I secured the apartment for them when a vacancy developed just before their marriage. [...]

[...] We suppose the “familiar location” can refer to our own apartment wherein I made the drawing; or perhaps to the apartment house itself, in which our visitors also live. [...]

[...] Seth said the reason I am bothered more at home than at work, where I feel remarkably good, is that the house dust in the apartment reminds me of house dust at home, and of my mother, when I was a child.

Gradually as you progress, you will feel apart from time as we know it during the exercise. [...]

(The house was noisy temporarily: A carpenter in a downstairs apartment was using an electric saw at frequent intervals as he repaired some of the damage caused by last June’s massive flood. [...]

Consciousness within the body knows that its existence is within the body’s context, and apart from it at the same time. In ordinary life during the day consciousness often takes a recess, so to speak — it daydreams, or otherwise experiences itself as somewhat apart from the body’s reality. [...]

[...] That spontaneous order shows itself in time, but it is apart from time, in that its origins (underlined) are not physical. [...]

[...] (Pause.) In a definite manner of speaking, spontaneity, being apart from time while operating in time, is aware of, say, private abilities before they show themselves in time. [...]

[...] In this one I’d moved into an apartment down on West Water near the downtown section. [...] But when I looked outside, I saw a rundown row of apartments next door, and in the first doorway stood a young mother in ragged clothing, with several ragged children sitting on the steps, staring at me. [...]

[...] Several of the young people I work with planned to gather this evening in the downstairs apartment. [...]

[...] “The world isn’t falling apart or anything.”

The initial dream involved a neighbor, Miss Cunningham, who lived in this apartment house long before we knew it existed. [...] She retired from her position as a high school drama teacher and spent more and more time in her little apartment.

In the beginning, Rob and I only saw her face to face in the dark apartment house hallway, usually at the mailbox. [...]

[...] Finally I returned to my own apartment, distressed both because of her condition and the connection with my dream of the night before.

[...] Just as she began speaking she was interrupted by a heavy knocking — first at the door to the public hall that separates the two apartments we occupy on the second floor, then at each of the apartment doors themselves. [...]

[...] The wind burst against our apartment house in great forceful thrusts that were most unusual for this section of the country. [...]

The change of environment, out of the apartment, was partially suggested to break any suggestions that might be arising simply from the length, in your terms, of his difficulties. [...]

[...] As an example only, I will give you two reasons for my suggestion that the windows be thrown open and the apartment aired.

[...] Your apartment hunting, because of its novelty, and his interest in decoration and arrangement, stirred his imagination in new way so took energy away from symptoms. He imaginatively arranged you and your household in each new apartment he saw. [...]