“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I saw my parents’ home clearly there on Wilbur Avenue, but I did not go into it. Instead I started walking up Mohawk Street, around the corner toward Keystone Avenue, a block away. [...]

[...] I dreamed in color that Jane and I had moved back to Sayre, Pennsylvania — my home town — to Mrs. Potter’s old apartment at 317 S. Elmer Avenue. [...]

The blueprints for “ideal” developments exist within the pool of genetic knowledge, providing the species with multitudinous avenues for fulfillment. [...]

[...] Some long time ago your own belief that good work could not be financially relied upon put up enough of a barrier so that Ruburt became frightened about his own work (a fact I have long suspected, and recently discussed with Jane), and set up a physical situation that would force him to stay home, literally, work, and prevent him from trying any longer those other avenues that you were still adopting. [...]

There are several issues and avenues of development in the Sumari experience. [...]

[...] This applied to every avenue of life: to health matters, social disorders, economics, even to war and peace.

Ed guided me through a poorer section of Saratoga Springs to Middle Avenue. [...] The narrow “Avenue” had a sidewalk only on his side of the car. [...]

[...] The two women’s Catholicism became even stricter: it was often bolstered by the head of the local church coming to Sunday dinner at the old two-family house at 92 Middle Avenue, in one of the lower-income sections of Saratoga Springs.

[...] They have an apartment here in town, and her mother lives on Middle Avenue. [...]

[...] We had crawled halfway along the avenue, between its dim corner streetlights, when my car’s headlights brushed over a shadowy feminine figure walking in our direction. [...]

[...] Only by so doing, of course, can the larger avenues of knowledge be opened and made available to the society—or to the self. [...]

[...] That affirmation will release those attributes that you have and open up new avenues of experience. [...]

[...] Jane at break asked me to take down an oil painting of hers that, she said, represented her childhood home on Middle Avenue in Saratoga Springs, New York. [...]

[...] One note: I hope in the future to be able to add in dimension now and then to our sessions, opening up vistas to Ruburt to illuminate other avenues to complement any given discussion. [...]

Now, he tried to block off subconscious feelings concerning his mother because he could not afford, he felt, to react to them, and there was little avenue for expression of his aggressive feelings toward her. [...]

The neighborhood squabbles there remind him of Middle Avenue. [...]

Their migration is perfect in its simplicity and complexity, yet your journey as a species is far less predictable, opening avenues of probabilities in which your consciousness and free will allows you to become conscious creators in worlds that you initiate and then inhabit.

[...] I would prefer to work on Fifth Avenue. [...]

In one reality, of course, the work was finished at the Foster Avenue house (in Elmira, New York). In another it was finished in Sayre (Pennsylvania).

(I reminded Jane that since she belonged to no religion now [having left the Roman Catholic Church when she was 19 years old], her mystical nature would choose other avenues of expression than religious ones; as in these sessions, for instance. [...]

(“Boston...avenue...Nina,” [whispered; mouth odd again] “stolen... [...]

[...] The sense of enjoyment however does increase and extend individual abilities, and those impulses leading toward enjoyment are meant to serve each individual with a private inbuilt avenue of expression that will help center the person within himself, and within the world—and again, in such a way that both the self and the society are benefited. [...]

Walking down the avenue, you expect the trees to stay in their places, and not transform themselves into buildings. [...]