“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He wants you to open the car door out of old-fashioned gallantry. [...]

([John:] “I hope he makes it—a rattletrap car just passed by.

[...] Sportsmen, race-car drivers, mountain climbers—all seek suffering to one extent or another, and find the very intensity of certain kinds (underlined) of pain pleasurable. [...]

[...] If you had to you could even fix it so Ruburt could eat mostly in the car, or in a van. [...]

[...] But I have a feeling that the front porch affair isn’t the end of our construction odyssey: Jane has a certain speculative look when she notes that we have but one car — she doesn’t drive — to occupy the large two-car garage attached to the rear of the house. [...]

[...] I felt the brakes on our car needed adjusting so I wasn’t planning to drive personally regardless; this made it somewhat easier to be objective about the whole thing. [...]

[...] Long before you are consciously aware of the circumstances, your body might leap out of the path of an approaching car. [...]

[...] The old car (our Ford) is a badge of virtue to Ruburt since it is old and decrepit. [...]

[...] We’d lost our car, but we had a place to live and had all of our paintings, manuscripts and records, including the fifty-three volumes of the Seth material, intact. [...]

[...] A trip in the physical world merely represents the decision to walk or to choose a particular kind of vehicle — a car will not carry you across the ocean, so you take a ship or a plane. [...]

[...] Take one sound if you want to, say of a passing car, and with your eyes closed follow the sound in your mind. [...]

(Cars and trucks rumbled and boomed by outside, and Jane sat quietly until the noise subsided somewhat. [...]

[...] Both of them at one time or another.” This I felt to be a rather far-removed connection involving myself and the service manager of the Ford garage in town that keeps our car running. [...]

[...] The time spent in performing such simple chores as limping down the stairs and out to the car, for example, is far more on a daily basis than any that would be spent chatting with a neighbor, or even visiting, etc. [...]

[...] Suddenly we are in a car, plummeting through moonscape-like scenery. [...]

[...] At best the public service announcements introduce the doctor as mediator: You are supposed to take your body to a doctor as you take your car to a garage, to have its parts serviced. [...]

[...] Your idea of trading your car for an old jeep would work out very well, and would not be costly. [...]

[...] If he were deaf he would not hear the car. [...]

[...] When our touring car broke a rear axle on a remote dirt road in Montana, he fashioned a substitute in a blacksmith shop.

[...] We wrote it first aloud in the car as we drove about. [...]