“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] At that time Jane was sitting at the kitchen table, perhaps seven feet from the open porch door. [...]

[...] For some reason that day I’d forgotten to stopper the storm door, and the sudden blast of wind had slammed it shut with enough force to shatter the bottom of the two glass panels.

(9:53.) Because of the changes in routine, you “forgot” to put the stopper at the door. [...]

[...] I woke up hearing her voice as she called out to someone who was evidently at the back screen door, which I’d locked as usual. [...] As soon as I opened the kitchen door I saw I was wrong. [...]

Standing outside the screen door, Fred closed his eyes and dropped his head down to his chest. [...]

[...] I opened the screen door. [...]

[...] The door was half open. [...]

Now: Ruburt once went door-to-door selling cosmetics. [...]

You are not selling cosmetics now, and now Ruburt does not go door-to-door, but people come to you either physically or through their correspondence, and now you have far more to offer. [...]

(At 9:15 there was a knock on the door. [...] She looked at me wordlessly as I walked toward the door, but before I reached it I heard her say, “I’m all right now.”

[...] After the boy had gone Jane said his knock stopped her delivery abruptly, but that she did not come out of the light trance quickly enough to go immediately to the door. [...]

[...] I had the impression of a doctor and a nurse, ushering someone into a side room and then closing another door that blocked my “vision.” [...]

[...] I looked up the rather empty and depressing street a few doors to an evidently empty storefront with big gray-colored plate glass windows. [...]

[...] In the case of the Jonestown tragedy, for example, all doors toward probable effective action seemed closed. [...] They had been taught not to trust the outside world, and little by little the gap between misguided idealism and an exaggerated version of the world’s evil blocked all doors through which power could be exerted — all doors save one. [...]

[...] When such natural impulses toward action are constantly denied over a period of time, when they are distrusted, when an individual feels in battle with his or her own impulses and shuts down the doors toward probable actions, then that intensity can explode into whatever avenue of escape is still left open.

(No sooner had I made my comments about being interrupted during a Seth session than it happened: Carol knocked on the door then came in. [...]

(Carol left the door to 330 open partially when she left, so that hall noises entered to a greater degree. [...]

[...] The dream helps open the door to probabilities. [...]

[...] You will know the phone will not interrupt you, with both doors closed. [...] Otherwise you would not hear them at the door.

[...] Not fifteen seconds later there was a knock at the door. [...]

[...] They are like keys that will only fit your own doors. You can open endless doors with them, but only doors within your own system.

[...] Just as I was opening the garage door, I met a woman who had pulled into the driveway, who has a tumor and wanted to see Jane. [...]

[...] How can one say much has been learned, I wondered, if my wife is at death’s door, and is currently starving herself? [...]

1. I want to note here that at the same time Jane and I decided to buy the hill house, we learned that the house next door, to the west, would soon be for sale; because of a job transfer its owner would be moving with his family to California this summer. [...]

Our own plans to relocate, however, plus those of the family next door (whom we’ll never get to know), reminded me of the material Seth gave at 11:25 for the 737th session, to the effect that any important decision we make organizes the patterns of probability set into motion: “This should be obvious … Unconsciously, then, the movers are in league with each other. [...]

[...] Yet the full picture of our moving should include not only the myriad probabilities growing out of our own actions, but all of the probable developments involving that house next door: Whatever happenings take place there — which we’ll help create — are bound to have their effects upon us.

If one wanted to outline an event such as our moving from an arbitrary beginning to an arbitrary end, I added, it could be from the time we first looked at Mr. Markle’s house in Sayre, in April 1974, to sometime in the summer of l975, when we think the situation next door will be resolved with the arrival of “new” people. [...]

[...] However, it is as if the personality stands before another door, where the abilities for communication can turn the knob, but he will not turn the knob. The personality stands in an anteroom, with all his knotted energies, in indecision, and will not open the door leading inward, and will not turn in the other direction, in the direction from which he has come, to the door that leads outward. [...]

Were the personality content between the two doors, there would for the present be little problems. [...]

[...] Therefore, when our visitor hesitates between his two doors, he is not motionless, but uses as much energy in indecision as should be expended in purposeful direction.

[...] There are no other doors—your own sense of adventure. [...]

[...] I do not tell you that a god is waiting for you on the other side of a golden door. [...]

[...] You can, now, set upon exploring environments that are not physical if you want to, but I do not see any rush of students at that invisible door! [...]

(There now came a knock on the door. [...] I signaled her to sit quietly, rather than to further the shock by getting up to answer the door. [...]

[...] We have room for a desk and chair there; but better yet, the room is isolated from our entrance by three doors. [...]

My life is its own definition.
So is yours.
Let us leave the priests
to their hells and heavens,
and confine
the scientists
to their dying universe,
with its
accidentally created stars.
Let us each dare
to open our dream’s door,
and explore
the unofficial thresholds,
where we begin.

What magicians we all are,
turning darkness into light,
transforming invisible atoms
into the dazzling theater
of the world,
pulling objects,
(people as well
as rabbits)
out of secret
microscopic closets,
turning winter into summer,
making a palmful of moments
disappear through time’s trap door.

[...] … If you consider the conscious mind that you usually use as one door, then you stand at the threshold of this mind and look out into physical reality. But there are other doors … you have other conscious selves. [...]

[...] It is true that when you close one conscious mind—door—there may be a moment of disorientation before you open another.

[...] I also see a sort of trouble in September for a woman neighbor, who lives three doors down the street from him.

(“Three doors down the street from Philip? [...]

[...] On this map he indicated the location of each house, and it developed that there were two families with two children who lived three doors from him. [...]

[...] Note that two families with children live three doors from John; the Snyder family especially came to John’s mind as Seth gave the material on pages 159-160.

(It was rather quiet in the studio, though I could hear Jane’s typewriter, but through the closed doors the sound was muffled and rather steady, and the rest of the house was quiet. [...]

[...] Jane went to see Miss Callahan, who had difficulty answering the door, was suffering from lapses of memory, and was indeed in poor condition. [...]

During ESP Class the Sumari, through Jane, told Florence to go look out the middle window, and Sue to look at the door which they did. [...]

[...] All was quiet in the halls re Teresa and Christine, though before Jane was through the emergency alarm sounded by the elevators outside our door. [...]

[...] I made sure the door was shut as much as possible. [...]