“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] You still fear, as our Lady of Venice, that there is a cellar door... a cellar door to your mind—to your inner self. [...]

[...] You could add to that “Please write a note,” and buy yourselves one of those contraptions for your door. [...]

[...] You would not be rejecting guests at the door, per se, but telling them to return at such and such an hour, or to leave a note. [...]

[...] You still fear, as our Lady of Florence, that there is a cellar door—a cellar door to your mind—to your inner self. [...]

You may or may not have the sensation of traveling through the doors or windows. [...] There is no change in the physical nature of the door, for example. [...]

(A loud knock came on the hall door, but Jane continued.)

[...] If they had noticed the rather strong Seth voice through the door—it was quite audible, we were sure—they gave no sign. [...]

[...] I heard the door open, then slam shut, and a babble of voices. [...]

[...] I’ve got the impression that she was trying to close the door of the stove.”

(Class had been discussing dream realities, personality, etc., for about an hour; Pat and Sheila began talking back and forth on Sheila’s ideas on separate personalities, when Jane interrupted to say that she had the impression that the “hole in the universe” had opened up in Dr. Sam Levine’s house next-door and a crowd of people were flying from it into the room. [...]

[...] The sound penetrated the two closed doors between Jane’s study and the living room, where we were. [...]

(There came a knock upon the door. [...]

(Bill Macdonnel, who has witnessed several sessions, was at the door. [...]

[...] “And whoever came back with me from my projection is standing over there—” and she pointed to our front door. [...]

[...] I felt like I was a door tonight, and that through that came a lot of energy we’ll get hold of later. [...]

[...] At the same time a door close by slammed abruptly. [...] He ran to the stove, touched it, and as he burned but only slightly his right hand, the door slammed nearby very loudly.

[...] The sound of the door was associated with the burn in his mind. [...]

[...] The back porch door was wide open in the gathering dusk; even though we’ve passed the longest day of the year now, it was still not dark.)

It is important to remember the benign unpredictability of Framework 2 in that regard, so that you leave the doors open for desired results in whatever way they might occur. [...]

[...] These instincts are the earthly doors of the soul’s energy. Who closes those doors does so at some peril.

Framework 2 begins to open doors in all areas, and only you and Ruburt can possibly stand in the way of excellent developments that have begun now in all avenues, including Ruburt’s condition. [...]

(“A connection with a schedule,” Bill Macdonnel’s gallery referred to in the article is a converted store with an inset door. Thus it has two display windows, one on each side of the door. [...]

[...] This store is but a few doors down the street—East Water Street.

(Note: Some of Seth’s voice effects were very loud—I heard Seth rather clearly through two closed doors—after I had retired. [...]

[...] If Ruburt had his way, something would shield you both from the door, also, when you are eating. [...] (As when someone comes to the door at mealtime.) Any corner working place pleases him because it provides for the collection of psychic energy and serves as protection.

[...] Seth suggested that we shield the door to the hallway with a room divider.

A barricade in front of the door is not necessary. Afterwards, as we sat discussing the suggestions, he said, I do not want Ruburt’s energies soaked up in trying to fight these needs. [...]

[...] Rob stacked some bookcases, bought vertical dowels for the top, and arranged the whole affair in front of the door so that we had an inside entry hall. [...]

[...] Therefore, you do not have to worry that what energy you use is, therefore, denied you in the future so open up the doors within yourselves. [...]

And leave this place then in joy and freedom and exaltation and know that you have helped another, and that through opening the doors of energy are you then filled with it and ever replenished and that through giving do you receive. [...]

[...] Ruburt thought the plant next door was dead. [...]

Jane and I certainly don’t think the fact that Frank and Mrs. Miller know Louise Akins was the reason the Millers moved next door to us, yet it is one factor to be considered among a myriad of others — money, availability, and so forth. [...] Why was Frank Corio assigned the task of selling the house next door to us? [...]

Not long after we moved into the hill house (in March) our new acquaintance and next door neighbor to the east, Frank Corio, told us he knows Louise Akins; she was one of the first students to attend Jane’s ESP class, in September 1967. [...]

The odds against such a “coincidence” developing would be astronomical — except that the Millers had lived in a neighborhood close to the hill house several years ago (when the acquaintanceship with Louise Akins had been made), had moved out of state, then returned to buy the house next door to us. [...]

He felt then of course that erratic behavior was out of the question; and closing that door, he also closed the door largely to emotional expression. [...]

Ruburt became afraid that the thyroid condition would lead into erratic behavior, and after the Florida incident he slammed doors to expression down. [...]

Another brief note, perhaps mystifying to you: the mistletoe (pointing) over the door is also beneficial.

(We left the spray of mistletoe in place over our hall door lintel after we took down the rest of our Christmas decorations.)