“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] You have set aside, however, the conventional idea of a family, as symbolized by your (car) dream of the other evening. [...]

[...] (Louder:) What difference can it make to the world if you are a better salesperson, or plumber, or office worker, or car salesman, for Christ’s sake? [...]

Now, you are free on the car episode.

The child would not be run over by a car, for example, or pick up diseases from other children in school when he grew. [...]

(I said to her that for all I knew, the incomprehensible position of Blue Cross represented more of the slipshod bureaucratic behavior Seth had referred to on December 3. I still remembered my dream about the checks out by the car, and so forth. [...]

[...] The door to the medical arts building was locked, so I couldn’t use that as shelter on my way to the car, which was parked farther away from my usual spot than it usually is. [...]

Many people feel that they have a consciousness in the way that they have a car. [...]

[...] Ironically, while Elmira authorities were denying this story, there appeared in the column next to it an item detailing the theft of a doctor’s black bag, containing narcotics, from the doctor’s car in one of the local hospital parking lots. [...]

[...] Ruburt fixed the car, so to speak, in his own psychic manner. [...]

[...] At first shock I thought it was a deer that might have been killed by a car the night before, say. [...]

[...] Jane hasn’t been in our car for some time now, and I leave her alone in the house as little as possible.

[...] With sirens screeching several cars and trucks sped past on Walnut Street, two doors away. [...]

car........................key

automobile.......car

[...] We had heard the sound of a car, I remembered, and people going into the apartment downstairs; perhaps that had caused our confusion. [...]

Your Ruburt saw a car, was expecting your friend, had imagined my comment, and leaped to the lightning fast conclusion, along with a rather flattering desire to prove me supposedly right in an instance that could be checked. [...]

[...] The car may disappear before your eyes, to be replaced by an animal, or the whole street may suddenly turn into a field. [...]

(The hospital was hardly a quiet place, what with fire trucks and police cars pulling up beneath our window with sirens screeching and wailing, and with people in the hall outside 330 pushing carts that rattled and sounded like a bushel of pots and pans jouncing around — all of this as Jane was ready to begin the session. [...]

[...] The inner senses are the carriers of our fuel, that is, they can be likened to the various cars of our imaginary train. [...]

[...] In other words these little wires move along constantly like little individual railway cars carrying fuel, and also are composed of the very fuel themselves.

[...] Or a connection, a strong one, with the individual and cars.

[...] In vivid memory is a picture of her attempting to get out of the family car in front of 704 N. Wilbur Avenue, in Sayre, after Fred had driven the family over to see my parents for a visit—probably on a Sunday.

[...] In the seance Jane was not Eve, but the driver of the car in the accident; she was a woman, with Eve a passenger beside her.

If a car were not available even long walks through various parts of town, with say lunch in various strange dining places, would do. [...]

There is great traffic flow in a city: A body knows how to leap out of the way in a moment’s time from an approaching car. [...]