“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The apartment became a symbol. [...]

(I was quite surprised the other day when Jane told me that our two apartments were okay to her if she was a writer, but not all right for a psychic—especially one who was becoming well known and was visited by all kinds of people, etc. [...]

[...] The move (across the hall into our second apartment) meant mobility. [...]

[...] This had to do with your apartment, which actually suited him fine for some time. [...]

[...] Biologically, mentally, and spiritually you are marked as apart from all others, and no cloak of conventionality can ever hide that unutterable uniqueness. [...]

When you ask: “What is my psyche, or my soul, or who am I?” you are seeking of course for your own meaning as apart from what you already know about yourself. [...]

[...] The ego will gain and not lose in the process, but we will not have an autocratic and willful ego, but a reasonable and even disciplined ego that is aware of its position, aware of its own dependency, as well as of its own peculiar and unique perceptive apartness. For the apartness is dependent upon its being a part of the whole gestalt.

It is, again, the ego’s misguided attempt to stand apart to gain stability, that makes the ego react in such a manner. [...]

There is something in here also having to do with your feelings about yourself as a rebel—as one who does not conform, who stands apart. [...]

There is also, within, that you do not want to be one of the masses of men and women who experience the same phenomena, in other words, the orgasm—that you want to be apart, and different, and indeed spontaneous and a rebel and walk along in your own way. [...]

[...] Then having orgasm meant rebellion, meant being different, meant being spontaneous, and meant being apart from others. [...]

[...] Or you may enter another system of probability entirely; and this is quite apart from a reincarnational existence. [...]

She’d almost tear the apartment apart looking for the threatening letter that she was sure had come in the mail. [...]

[...] Miss Cunningham’s apartment door became a stimulus to my constant questions. [...]

[...] Not wanting to commit her, the relatives returned her to the apartment, in care of a part-time housekeeper.

[...] As stated, the manuscript page used as object was written by Jane in the studio at the back of the apartment. The studio is a second-floor converted porch with two sides made up of five windows each. [...] She “looks down and away” at grass and flowers, etc., and to her left, not obstructing her view, is the porch roof of the apartment on the ground floor.

[...] (Miss Callahan is an elderly spinster living in our apartment house. [...]

[...] To her left is the kitchen roof of the apartment below us, but this is to the side and does not obstruct the view. [...]

Now you cannot regard your ability as something apart from yourself, which you must use. [...]

[...] Considering it apart from yourself sets up a division that is unnecessary, and can be detrimental in that (underlined) regard.

The sewer pipes carry away drainage from apartment houses and mansions and from trailers as well, eventually, and all of that must be paid for by the people.

[...] You had enough to eat, and a warm apartment, so you were hardly deprived—either of you.

Then we were all going back to our apartment, Rob’s and mine. [...]

[...] As long as he or she believes that a god or demon is involved, then the person can consider the entire affair most extraordinary, decidedly apart from usual experience, but valid.

[...] I added that as soon as she could handle pages, I could take the book apart so that she could hold each page up while she read it when she was alone. [...] Also, I could take apart any book for that matter.

(One of the questions concerned Seth’s material on page 218 of the last session, when he referred to the feeling that Jane and I have, that we had “an even more unfair advantage” without children—this, as he’d stated earlier, on top of our already being set apart from others because of our creative gifts. [...]

[...] This is apart from Ruburt’s worries about revelatory material. [...]

[...] Both rooms are to the rear of the apartment and more private than the living room. [...]

[...] But how to get her back to her own apartment, I wondered? [...]

[...] It was coming from the apartment upstairs, and it was exactly the same kind I’d heard earlier. [...]

[...] With some experience you will discover that you can maintain control, walk out of the apartment and outside. [...]

[...] Jane met Mrs. Steffans just once, in 1973, when she came through with a spontaneous “reading” for the lady at an informal party David Yoder gave in the apartment he was renting at the time. Jane and I think it most interesting that we were living in the same downtown apartment house as David was, and that Jane met—just that once—a person living in the house we were to buy two years later. [...]

Cells, however, possess an inner knowledge of their own shapes, and of any other shapes in their immediate environment—this apart from the communication system mentioned earlier that operates on biological levels between all cells.

[...] Place: outside one of our favorite dancing establishments, a few blocks down Water Street from our apartment house.

[...] Now rock music began to blare out from one of the apartments below us. [...]

[...] Here the music was even louder, thundering out from the first floor apartment.

[...] The information is knit into the genes and chromosomes, but it exists apart, and the physical structures merely represent the carriers of information.³ In the same fashion the species en masse holds within its vast inner mind such working plans or blueprints. They exist apart from the physical world and in an inner one, and from this you draw those theories, ideas, civilizations, and technologies which you then physically translate.

[...] Also in the backyard were the girl who lives in the downstairs back apartment, Barbara, and her steady boyfriend Dick. [...]

[...] Barbara and Dick went into Barbara’s apartment to mix Jane a drink. [...]

[...] At break she said this data was an attempt by Seth to get her away from the D’Andreano family, the members of whom we know relatively well, back to Barbara, the newcomer to our apartment house, who is a relative stranger to us.

[...] They were sitting no more than 30 feet away; our bedroom being at the back of our apartment, on the second floor.

(This afternoon while Jane was going down the front flight of stairs from our apartment, etc.)