“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

In two other lives there was instead the development of inner abilities to the exclusion of others, a closing down of the windows and a barring of the doors, and he would not look out and no one dared look in. [...]

[...] He has already opened up the door, and he has already begun, but barely begun, to synthesize these inner and outer conditions.

[...] Then at about 9:00 a neighbor couldn’t get her door unlocked and asked us for help. [...]

[...] They led you to fill out your creative self, to open new doors. [...]

(Pause.) If you take this information to heart, you should intuitively realize that by giving birth to the child (pause), you performed a kindly gesture, and opened a door. [...]

Corridor with many doors.

I get upset at this, when the door opens and in walks my old fifth-grade teacher, confused and dazed. [...] I hear a bell tinkling and am pulled out the office door, down the corridor, through the cellar, up the stairs to my bed. [...]

[...] So I turn, leave my body behind on the couch and walk out the door and down to the dock outside our house.

[...] Jane fed the cat and locked our apartment door as usual before returning to bed. [...]

[...] The hall door was locked. [...]

Someone in this household walked in their sleep, and opened the door. [...]

[...] I let the screen door swing shut behind me with my right hand. [...] [I have a pair.] I said, as I walked out the door: “Well, Bob, I’ll be seeing you. [...]

[...] The doors are locked...”

[...] Jane on the other hand had received visual data on many inanimate objects, particularly lights, light fixtures, door fixtures, etc.)

[...] Regular store was closed due to death in family, sign on door said this, and a woman going by so informed me. [...]

[...] At 3 PM though, just after I began writing this all down, went to downstairs front door to see if mailman had come, still felt same sensations though to lesser degree. [...]

[...] Her Seth voice was deeper than her usual voice to some extent, but it wasn’t loud, and I was sure no one would notice anything unusual sound-wise from the hall outside the closed door of room 330. [...]

[...] You are not to go into inner reality like a door to a closet, and close the door behind you. [...]

[...] Christine was again calling out next door.)

In this neighborhood (gesturing), Ruburt’s symptoms were a social statement also to the neighbors at large in the new environment: better than a note upon the door, that neither of you were to be bothered, but ignored. [...]

[...] I left the garage door open for him, as promised, so he could get in the house in the afternoon when I wasn’t there. [...]

[...] Jane stopped speaking when we heard a nurse pushing the medical cart to a stop outside our door to 330. [...]

[...] “I felt this great big block of information, and again I felt it was shattering, that he broke through doors once more. [...]

[...] Quickly she tossed him into the bathroom and closed the door.

[...] I lay my paper aside, scooped up Willy and deposited him in another room behind a closed door. [...]

[...] Instead of seeing a dentist she visited our doctor next door; he put her on a series of antibiotics that lasted for four days, on into the month of June 1964. [...]

[...] Dr. Colucci’s office is but four doors down the street from the M.D. she visited. [...]

[...] “Is the door closed?”