“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Now: The hill environment is as important to your painting as the ready-made workroom in the Foster Avenue house. The very air is inspiring, so that you will paint more there even if your work area is not immediately as good. The sunny nature [of that house], regardless of what Ruburt thinks now, will help him creatively and physically — but the hill house represents a decision to face the world while maintaining certain necessary and quite reasonable conditions. It provides privacy yet openness. The hillside is not yours, yet it is your view, and it has strong evocative connections with your creative lives. A definite change in living patterns and of psychic attitude will result, that would not happen in the house on Foster Avenue.

(Today Jane and I spent several discouraging hours driving through and around Elmira, inspecting homes that were for sale. Nothing seemed suitable. Then, as we were passing through the outskirts of West Elmira late in the afternoon, I spontaneously turned onto an avenue that we’d first traveled on February 4.

(Seth had used more than half of Monday’s session to discuss our house hunting in connection with Sayre and Foster Avenue. Some of his related material there had been fairly personal, but we’d left it in place because of its general application. When Seth added the hill house to his list tonight, however, his connecting information about Jane and me was so intimate that we decided to delete parts of it. But I’ve reassembled the remainder in the proper order, and it’s more than enough to show how closely such “objective” things as houses can be bound up with beliefs and emotions.

There are alliances and understandings in neighborhoods — signs for others to read. The front entrance of the Foster Avenue house was not even used. The hill house is set up high. Anyone who walks up the steps from the street knows [he or she is] making a trip. Your daily environment is very important to your work, and to Ruburt. You require certain things of your art, and therefore you want the same things in your surroundings. Once you had it where you live now, for all of your criticism. Now it is gone, and you are different.

[...] Each person has his [or her] own ideals, and impulses direct those ideals naturally into their own specific avenues of development — avenues meant to fulfill both the individual and his society. [...] They point toward definite avenues of expression, avenues that will provide the individual with a sense of actualization, natural power, and that will automatically provide feedback, so that the person knows he is impressing his environment for the better.

[...] Many — not all, now — criminals possess the same characteristics you ascribe to heroes, except that the heroes have a means toward the expression of idealism, and specific avenues for that expression. And many criminals find such avenues cut off completely.

[...] Again, impulses are doorways to action, satisfaction, the exertion of natural mental and physical power, the avenue for your private expression — the avenue where your private expression intersects the physical world and impresses it.

[...] Avenues of probabilities are closed bit by bit until you do indeed live — if you follow such precepts — in a closed mental environment, in which it seems you are powerless. [...]

There is a natural impulse to die on the part of men and animals, but in such circumstances [as we are discussing here] that desire becomes the only impulse that the individual feels able to express, for it seems that all other avenues of expression have become closed. [...]

[...] When such natural impulses toward action are constantly denied over a period of time, when they are distrusted, when an individual feels in battle with his or her own impulses and shuts down the doors toward probable actions, then that intensity can explode into whatever avenue of escape is still left open.

(So far, Jane and I haven’t been able to find a home that we intuitively feel is the right one, although the place on Foster Avenue has intrigued us considerably since we first saw it on February 3. [Since then we’ve looked at many other houses.] Last Thursday afternoon [February 13], Jane was busy with her creative writing class so I went house hunting alone. [...]

(The next day, Friday, Jane had an auditory “psychic” experience of sorts about the Foster Avenue situation; Saturday morning we made a formal offer to buy the house in question. [...]

The second house (on Foster Avenue in Elmira) was owned for years by the people who gave it its character. [...]

Your second real estate lady (Debbie), leading you unerringly to the Foster Avenue house, did so for the same reasons. [...]

[...] If you think in terms of a multidimensional self, then you will realize that you have many more avenues open to expression and fulfillment than you have been using. [...]

[...] There is no one road that does not have avenues to another. [...]

[...] For a couple of pages of notes he discussed the house we’d looked at on Foster Avenue two days ago. [...] Seth’s information on the Foster Avenue place, and our present and potential relationships with it, was very illuminating. [...]

[...] Our friend in real estate, Debbie, had directed us to it from a photograph in the same catalog she’d used to point out the Foster Avenue place, which we had inspected Monday. [...]

[...] It bore no similarity to those in Sayre, or on Foster Avenue in Elmira. [...]

[...] During that period we held the 737th session [on February 17], but since we weren’t consciously concerned with that particular place then, we neither talked about it nor asked Seth to comment; instead, on his own during the session, Seth discussed the house on Foster Avenue as representing a probability, and a pretty likely one, that we could choose to explore. [...]

[...] That had made me angry: I felt that it at least offered an avenue of exploration, that perhaps we could use it as an avenue for changing beliefs. [...]

[...] Personally, I had been alternately angry and not caring because of our lapses, when we had avenues of help available that few could rely upon, yet hadn’t bothered to use them. [...]

Madison Avenue. [...]

[...] A connection with a turnabout, and a street or avenue, as an avenue of escape.

(“and a street or avenue, as an avenue of escape.” [...]

The street or “avenue of escape” should have been separated. [...]

[...] Here someone who’s associated with Reality Change, way out in Texas, and who knows about us through our work, has a relative who lives on Underwood Avenue.... [...] I added that even she must have been surprised when she first heard of us and realized that we lived in Elmira; she couldn’t have known, then, that we lived that close to Underwood Avenue, where she had a relative. [...]

[...] For the past week she has been visiting a relative who lives on Underwood Avenue here in town—not much more than a stone’s throw away. [...]

In the area of 6th Avenue and 61st Street, Carter (spelled). [...]

[...] (In the last session.) This may refer to 72nd Street, and Fifth Avenue.

[...] This place is not the 6th Avenue, 61st Street mentioned earlier. [...]

[...] This would be an almost impossible situation were the species—meaning each species—not given its own avenues of expression and activity, so that it is easier for certain species to behave in certain manners. [...]

[...] Those serve to organize individual action in a world where an infinite number of probable roads are open—and here again, private impulses are basically meant to guide each individual toward avenues of expression and probable activities suited best to his or her development. [...]

Madison Avenue. [...]

(“Madison Avenue. [...]

(Jane and I hesitated to say that the note referred to the appointment card, since Madison Avenue and a trip were mentioned in close approximation, as well as Fell.

Madison Avenue simply means New York City to Ruburt, and was connected to his Fell associations, which were wrong.

[...] I was the proprietor of a gas station on Keystone Avenue, up near the skating-rink section, and on the other side of the highway from the Acme Market location. [...]

[...] In this, I was with this same group in Saratoga, on Union Avenue. [...]

(Looking up the address of this publisher, she was further surprised to learn that it was at 386 Park Avenue South, New York City—the same address as Frederick Fell, the publisher of her ESP book. [...]

(When Jane and I visited F. Fell’ s office in New York City last July, we stood in the foyer of 386 Park Avenue South and scanned the list of tenants. [...]

“In vivid color: I lived in my parents’ house at 704 North Wilbur Avenue, in Sayre, Pennsylvania. [...]

“To reach Wilbur Avenue we cut across the tennis court, of grass, that my father had built for his teen-age sons so long ago. [...]

[...] The store is located a couple of blocks from the Brenner home, and just off North Wilbur Avenue. [...]

“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. [...]

[...] You will walk down many alleyways and many front avenues, and so you have and so you will again, but in this life you will walk them together, as you knew you would. [...]

[...] Conscious restraints can lead you into avenues of denial. [...]

[...] The main point is not to concentrate upon the liabilities but to pursue those abilities that you have, for the great energies of your personality will be directed in those avenues.

[...] Bill met Mrs. Ed Lagonegro on Eighth Avenue.”)