“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] “I had to go to the bathroom,” he said, tightening the coat around him. [...]

[...] That bathroom barrier should be pulled in half.

(When Jane came out of the bathroom after washing, she said several times that she was getting this information, that it had a strong charge behind it, and that she “didn’t know what to do.” [...]

Three days later, Rob walked into the bathroom, suddenly blacked out by the bathroom sink and fell unconscious to the floor. [...]

[...] I am sitting in the bathroom when I realize this. [...]

(“But that would be awful to give up the sessions,” she exclaimed as I wheeled her on her chair into the bathroom after we’d had tonight’s session. [...]

[...] (With emphasis:) Someone who is thinking of going to Florida can get to the bathroom far more quickly. [...]

(While Peggy laughed I deposited Willy in the bathroom.)

[...] Then in the bathroom it came to me as we prepared to retire: the feeling in the groin was like a knot—and my realization had been triggered by Seth’s remark about tension I had created in that area. [...]

(During this break Jane and I checked one point we had thought of since the last session, and this was the amount of light available in the room during the time Bill Macdonnel and I had noted the change in Jane’s features as she stood in the bathroom doorway.

[...] She meant getting out of the rocker, going to the bathroom, etc., then said this was mixed up with moving out of this house, etc. [...]

(When finally I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, I was more than a little disoriented—for a face confronted me that I hardly recognized. [...]

I bid you my usual fond good evening, with a small note to Ruburt, though I am sure that his housekeeping abilities need no reminder: that the cupboards must be cleaned thoroughly, and the bathroom, since the rooms are fairly close.

[...] As December came she stopped getting into the shower because of the trouble she had maneuvering in the bathroom, so I began helping her take sponge baths instead. [...]

[...] Her difficulties maneuvering in the bathroom were especially bothersome. [...]

[...] That very day a crisis appeared: In the bathroom, and for the first time in all the years of her physical troubles, she couldn’t manipulate well enough on her feet to get back into her wheeled office chair over by the sink. [...]

[...] This one was narrower than later-model chairs, and it fit well in the bathroom and some other spots in the hill house. [...]

[...] So I got out of bed and went into the bathroom where I sat on a chair to think things over. [...]

[...] In reality I fainted in the bathroom; in Jane’s dream I fainted in the kitchen.

[...] My image in the bathroom mirror stopped me. [...]

“But that would be awful to give up the sessions,” she exclaimed as I wheeled her into the bathroom.

[...] Next comes the oversized bathroom with its stained glass window, tiled floor, and marble shower with eight nozzles. [...]