“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It belongs in a box that is small and square. [...]

Boxed-in canyon

I want you to understand the nature of your inner self or, for your friend over here (to Joel Hess) the nature of your soul, for it is a focal point of reality from which other realities spring and not imprisoned in tiny boxes of days or weeks or months, or even of centuries. [...]

[...] Their strenuous efforts will be endlessly appreciated: Anyone who has ever carried heavy furniture, or innumerable boxes of goods, up and down steep and turning flights of stairs will understand the gratitude Jane and I feel.

[...] She did have the feeling of the little man, as though she looked at him in a small box, she said. [...]

[...] Now, if you accept, my dear Lady of Florence, the possibility of the slightest, smallest, most insignificant accident then, indeed, you open Pandora’s box. [...]

[...] It has a mechanical use, and perhaps a connection with two boxes, rather small in themselves, which are raised and lowered or moved, by the chain.

[...] [Check boxes.]

[...] There is such a comparatively large empty rectangular area at the bottom of the object on the back: a boxed-in area for a price to be inserted. [...]

[...] Now, if you had to speak through someone else instead of through your own voice box, you would find, indeed, that there were many difficulties involved and besides it is fun for me to get you so upset. [...]

[...] Jane said that while giving this data she had a mental image of a box shape. [...]

[...] It was wrapped in a thin box that was square in area.

[...] Note the box on the front of the bill bearing the words Account forwarded. [...]

[...] The two items were both kept in cardboard boxes, small, and in separate places.

[...] On the page 11 side of the object there is a sequence of numbers: 189.95 at the bottom of the illustration, and one: 18, 14 ½ to 22, at the bottom of a box to the left of this on the same side.

The items have been kept in a box. [...]

[...] These were filled with boxes of various sizes, and jars of things like lotions and shoe polish. [...]

[...] Instead, what I found in a box in the basement was, to my amazement, a completed manuscript — a full book ready to go, one as fresh as it had ever been, and my wife had struggled with it. [...]

[...] (The old idea of Pandora’s box comes to mind.)