“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Again I make the recommendations about the bedroom.

[...] I found myself in our bedroom, out of my body, and suddenly I realized that someone or something was directly above me. The next minute I was pushed down to the foot of the bed, off into the air, and then down to the dark corner of the bedroom floor. [...]

[...] It was amazingly oppressive, and kept up its efforts to drag me farther away from my body into the bedroom closet.

(This session was held in our bedroom. [...]

[...] “I’ll have milk and a cookie to take my aspirin with, then I’ll go in the bedroom at 10:30.”

[...] (Pause.) A bedroom with two windows would be of help but is not feasible now. [...]

[...] I groped for my flashlight in the bedroom, and also brought out candles and matches. [...]

[...] Now some feelings because they have been inhibited, come out in exaggerated form—the hatred of the bathroom or the bedroom for example.

[...] Change your living room furniture, your bedroom, your kitchen or whatever you can—simply to symbolically and slowly break you in to the idea of change, and to break up the invisible bulk of mental patterns that are connected with your present state.

[...] I looked about the bedroom. [...]

[...] (Actually I’d returned to the bedroom, I believe, still in astral form, lost the necessary focus of consciousness and hallucinated.)

[...] Our bedroom is small and it’s difficult to have the bed lined up north-south; besides, Jane can’t see out the single window then. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s experience with you in the bedroom was an excellent example of your enduring loving relationship, and represented your single and joint decisions to utilize your love and devotion to solve the difficulty. [...]

[...] She wheeled herself back into the bedroom at about 4 AM, and went to bed with my help. [...]

“Now there is a small yard with lemons for the brothers; a pink stucco house, two bedrooms to the rear, not a new house. [...]

[...] They lived in a pink stucco house with two bedrooms to the rear. [...]

[...] When she went into the bedroom for her 11 AM nap she ended up getting some forgotten memories about the dishonest treatment she’d received from her mother. [...]

[...] They do not practically intrude into waking hours — the attacking bear vanishes when you open your eyes; it does not physically chase you around the bedroom.

I took the fan into the bedroom, the coolest room in the house, sat down on the edge of the bed, and began to write down my own feelings about Rob’s notes (and) the camera affair — and what I called the Magical Connection.

[...] The latest bedroom encounter took Ruburt by surprise. [...]

[...] You were on your mother’s lap, in their bedroom, and he said simply “goodbye”, to you both. [...]

[...] The four of us talked in the bedroom. [...]

[...] I walk in the bedroom where my father is standing, complaining about his problems. [...]

Using a series of mental exercises explained to me by Seth, I do step sideways — it is as though I am squeezing between two bars, and I find myself back in the bedroom with my father there, again, complaining. [...]