“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Now the impression of a small wooden box, quite small (pause) with something like medals or buttons in it. The size perhaps of a small box in which file cards could be kept. [...]

[...] In the reality that you know there are many boxes. You can travel from one box to another. The boxes are not prisons anymore than the cousin of Richelieu is hidden to the housewife who is now so proudly the housewife and so contemptuous, for Richelieu’s cousin who was also contemptuous particularly of housewives. [...]

[...] He was like some kid admiring a box of chocolates; each piece representing one of his own talents, wondering which piece to nibble on first. [...]

You think the green house by the river was too much a box—but it was its open air of hospitality that bothered you—the wide windows open to the street. It was a box, but it was open, not shielded from the front.

[...] I picked up the mail at the box before I left—including a riotous letter from Saul Cohen, our editor at Prentice-Hall. [...]

[...] However, that mixture of dread and anticipation I’ve felt every day for months when I went to the mail box should now begin to dissipate.

The object itself had something to do with a box, or box shape, that was a container. [...]

[...] Two lines and four boxes. [...]

[...] Two lines and four boxes.” [...]

[...] Afterward I gave her a Valentine’s Day card, and a box of candy shaped like a heart. [...]

[...] I kept a box of cat goodies out there to give black dog [as I call her, not knowing her name] a snack in the early morning. [...]

[...] I told her that yesterday I got a box of 64 letters from our publisher, Prentice-Hall.

Close by him now a small box with a miscellany of objects. (Pause at 10:35.) Perhaps the box of walnut, or there is a walnut connection here.

[...] and carrying a box of a dozen long-stemmed carnations of four colors. [...]

A reference to a box with private papaers and with legalities. [...]

And I drank brandy in my day and it was not hidden in tiny chocolate boxes... [...]

The object is a small round object in a small square box. There is also cotton in the box. [...]

[...] We have two rooms and Rob could hide the kitten, and keep a litter box hidden too — how I didn’t know.”

[...] It could be a box of book shape. The space between either the covers of the book or the covers of the box being colored, and patterned. [...]

The top of the book or box a shade of brown. [...]

(Among other things I saw a skull, rather humorous, popping up on a wobbly stem above a box of some kind like a jack-in-the-box toy. [...]

(Jane has achieved more motion and movement in her legs—her knees especially—since we began propping her feet up on a box as she lays in bed. [...]