“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Once again we held the session in our back bedroom, and found it very peaceful and quiet behind closed doors. [...]

Taking some kind of writing or sketchbook or whatever into the bedroom will help, so that he can do some creative work there if he wants to. [...]

[...] and I don’t know if I’ll ever make it to the bedroom,” she said. [...]

I suggest, for example that you not make love in the bedroom, that you change your location whenever it is possible.

[...] “All I want to know is,” she said, “how am I going to get from here [the living room] into there?” Meaning across the hall to the bedroom.

[...] More ideas came to me that I scribbled down in the bedroom. [...]

[...] I went into the bedroom. [...]

[...] (This radio again, had no physical existence.) Instead, I ran through the bedroom and bath, out into the living room.

[...] We were getting ready to begin, and Willie was sleeping in the bedroom closet. [...]

The mirror however is the mirror in your bedroom. [...]

The bedroom in which your brother died was yellow. [...]

[...] He would have made changes, and insisted you face the symbolic situation in concrete terms, as in entirely separate apartments, or different bedrooms, until the physical situation mirrored the symbolic ones.

[...] The hallway between the bedroom and the bath became, symbolically, the hallway to physical activity through which he was afraid he could not pass, and through whose portals he must go alone, since he did not want to burden you with his despondency over it.

[...] Rob “knew” that he was seeing the bedroom in which his brother, Dick, had died in a past life in England. [...]

[...] The situation in the bedroom was not important in itself. [...]

[...] Neither of you understand your attitudes toward the bedroom. [...]

[...] It develops that at about the precise time I had induced the desired state in myself, while lying on the bed in our bedroom, Jane had been sitting quietly in the living room, almost dozing on the couch. [...]

[...] Some of it could apply; I did not understand the reference to bed and bedroom however. [...]

[...] I was painting in the room next to the bedroom.

[...] I explained to her in the bedroom that part of my initial resistance to Tom staying so long was my desire to start typing this session, which I consider very useful. [...]

And at the danger of being considered a nag, despite Ruburt’s insistence that the bedroom looks better the way it is, your bed should be moved so that the head is upon the wall that I specified months ago.