“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Actually she had to hurry for the store is several blocks away. [...]

(My Aunt Mabel lives around the corner and two blocks down the street from us. [...]

My first impression is of blocks, and a turnstile. [...]

[...] First I saw a red wine bottle standing in a corner that was made of cement blocks.

[...] The elements are the blocks which build our camouflage. [...]

[...] They materialize upon your plane, forming their blocks of construction. [...]

[...] Our nervous systems allow us to perceive only so much; true, but beyond this limitation, my guess is that some psychological element causes us to block out much information that we could otherwise perceive.

[...] She said she had tried to block out all personal associations in connection with the envelope data.

[...] Today he told us that as he drove within about four blocks of our house, he received the strong urge to visit us.)

“… Needless to say, I wanted you to know that there is much more than even this, complexities that are truly astounding, intelligences that operate in what I suppose you would call a gestalt fashion, building blocks of vitalities of truly unbelievable maturity, awareness, and comprehension. [...]

[...] For any negative focus (and underline negative) within egotistical reality will automatically block you.

[...] Ruburt loves to block such personal data. [...]

One of your beliefs, then, was a strong joint one that you had to protect your energy at all costs, and block out worldly distractions. [...]

[...] Through this person the others may vicariously share the excitement or suspense of those experiences that are otherwise blocked. [...]

(As we waited for the session to begin Jane abruptly received a block of impressions from Seth. [...]

[...] I don’t feel any flow in these notes but I do feel a submerged flow rising and i do feel… centered, more content… as I get this far I feel a definite block of expression and some mild enough panic but recognize the fact that a feeling of repression came as I decided to do my notes… writing down at once and will tell rob.”

[...] Probably, also, there are things left unsaid because Jane may unwittingly block them. [...]

[...] They are near the right corner of the block, but not at the corner. [...]

[...] Ruburt is so preciously guarding me, and so afraid that what I say may not prove true at all, that he does a beautiful job of blocking me when he gets the chance.

[...] Instead I started walking up Mohawk Street, around the corner toward Keystone Avenue, a block away. [...]

[...] The unknown reality is composed of those blocked-out portions of your own psyche, and the corresponding frameworks of experience they form.