“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It has a large square design at the front like a garage or large barn door or even a firehouse. [...]

[...] Christine is still next door, and sounding off, calling loudly at times for Georgie.

[...] The door to the soul is open, and it leads to all the dimensions of experience.

[...] He, Ruburt, opened a strange door to find a threatening male figure therein.

[...] The door represented what seemed to be a new opportunity. [...]

[...] For the second time I heard a gentle scratching-rapping at our front screen door. It was a humid night and our living room door was wide open. [...]

[...] It was like a sudden opening of a door. [...]

[...] Actually you opened the door out of desire, stimulated by our sessions and out of curiosity, but you were still scared to death.

Your feeling of a door or funnel is quite legitimate, however, and if you felt attacked because of the onrush of data that seemed to crash down upon you, it was only because of your lack of ability to control the volume, so to speak; although in this case such an imaginary knob would control much more.

[...] Two minutes later, after I’d pushed the door shut, Jane began speaking for Seth.)

[...] Doors would open that you do not know existed.

Your own knowledge, desire, purpose and intent tuned you into some such communications, so your concern for Joe Bumbalo (our next-door neighbor on Pinnacle Road) tuned you into his physical and emotional state at that time.

[...] On August 7th at supper time a young fan appeared unexpectedly at the door. [...]

There’s a door at the other end and that it can be easily opened. [...]

[...] I was working on it when she told me to shut the door and get out the notebook for sessions.

[...] When one person comes to the door, personal acquaintance or stranger, it is the world knocking. [...]

[...] If you are so afraid of hurting peoples’ feelings face to face, then lock your doors, and put a “people working, come back later” sign outside. [...]

[...] Some of these would automatically open up many doors, leading to as yet undiscovered secrets—but only for those who understood the use of sound.

[...] “Doors and passageways inside the pyramids will open through the correct sound messages and signals, and were designed only to open if those correct signals were given.”

Timewise and symbolically, the third scene brings us to the point where Ruburt is determined to defend his art, his dedication, to such an extent that he hides from the world, and symbolically crawls on his belly, all the while seeking to escape the dilemma by finding an open door, or by hiding from pursuers in the shadows. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) He felt that they opened the door to all of organized religion’s psychological quicksand of emotionalism. [...]

[...] No sooner did they leave, and we began dessert, though, than Debbie arrived at the door to tell us about a pretty nutty character who had just called her, looking for our address. [...]

[...] Doors slammed in the hospital corridor, and at the bathroom entrance to 330. [...]

[...] There was a knock on the door. [...]

[...] At 4:10 Teresa began sounding off—but her voice sounded muted, as though she was speaking behind a closed door. [...]