“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Not two minutes passed before Rob stood at my door with his camera! [...]

[...] A slightly cool breeze came in through the open doors and windows. [...]

[...] This of course meant, as we said, that she needn’t go about any longer pretending to be like the normal housewife next door, or whatever inanity—since nothing could be further from the truth: She is not like the normal housewife next door, should not want to be, should not be in alarm at their criticism, and should thank God for whatever abilities she has of her own that do inevitably make her different, superior, talented, etc., with something unique to offer the world—an opportunity few possess, and that should be used with the greatest joy and abandon. [...]

[...] And answer the door every time anyone knocks. He thinks he is afraid to have people see him in poor shape, and so does not want to answer the door. [...]

[...] As soon as she left I made sure the door to 330 was shut as usual, and Seth returned as usual.)

[...] She left the room door open when she left, so that hall noises intruded.

[...] Just before she did, we were treated to the rather strong and tasty smell of liver and onions, coming up the elevator shaft across the hall from our door, from the kitchen in the basement. [...]

[...] Already, as I pushed open the heavy front door for the six of us, I felt like an intruder, that my footsteps were stirring up the past. We tramped noisily up the narrow and turning stairs to face a fire door guarding the second floor. Past that, we were in the narrow hall that led to a similar door guarding a stairwell at the back of the building. [...] The sounds of our voices were crowded; the space we stood in seemed to be so confining, with the doors at each end, that I marveled that my dear wife and I had lived in the house for all that time. [...] Apartment 4 was empty; its door was on a short chain that let me push it open a bit to peek into a now-deserted living room that Jane and I had known so well.

[...] And riding her old-fashioned secondhand bicycle she also sold cutlery and household supplies door-to-door for two out-of-town manufacturers, and did well at those efforts, too! [...]

[...] The door and window shades were drawn. [...] The porch’s screen door was wired shut in a crude way that wouldn’t keep anyone out.

Often, I could hear a powerful Seth through two closed doors. [...]

[...] If you were to have it or one like it, it would seem as if a door suddenly for no reason opened and then just as abruptly closed. [...]

(At 9:34 the service truck moved to the back of our house; we could see a man with a flashlight checking wires, etc., but no one knocked on our door. [...]

(At 10:22 the TV serviceman knocked on the door, just as Jane finished the above sentence. [...]

(Our visitors were a young couple from next door, stopping briefly before continuing on other errands. [...] And as Bill Gallagher pointed out, they probably heard the deep Seth voice while in the hall outside our door; upon admittance they saw no one with which to identify such a voice. [...]

(There was a knock on our door at 9:16. [...]

[...] When Ruburt needed jobs he worked in a factory, or he was a sales clerk or a door-to-door sales person—jobs he felt that gave him no prestige. [...]

[...] But there is always an opening door when the Sumari come home. [...]

(A pause while Rob answered the door.)

To an extent you both acquiesced, the doors being left open. [...]

[...] Doors especially don’t work easily, if at all, so we’ve been taking the easy way out….)

(There came a knock on our door. [...]

[...] It was Jane who answered the door however. [...]

(Also on Friday: On the way up our stairs tonight I had a sudden strong feeling that an envelope was under our door. [...] On reaching our door, I found a note left for us, from a friend.

[...] Jane then remained still and quiet while I once again got up; this time I put Willy in another room and shut the door.)

[...] Doors of all kinds will open when you take away that restraining mental habit. [...]

[...] The door to 330 was half-open, but I didn’t even get up to close it before Seth came through. [...]

[...] I heard a nurse pushing the medicine cart outside our door as we talked. [...]

[...] Adjacent to this wall, a wall with a door. [...]

A shadow passes the door, of a woman I believe, in some outfit of floor length, a floor-length skirt or robe. (Pause, at 10:17.)

[...] I noticed later in the afternoon that the old room we used to have, 331, next door, is empty. [...]

[...] A nurse took Jane’s vitals — temperature, 98.5. When all was clear and quiet — except for the patient, Karina, hollering next door — Jane said she’d like to have a short session.)