“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] We were almost through the second reading of the prayer when there came a knock on the door. [...]

In all such cases, you are opening the doors of Framework 2, clearing your channels of communication. [...]

[...] There is a light behind him also and he stands at a partially opened door, and our friend the Jesuit speaks to him. [...]

[...] The chanting and the action are physical keys or symbols that open up the doors to a nonphysical state of existence before those of your race entered history. [...]

[...] Jane writes there often — with the garage doors open — so that she can enjoy the view of the hills at the back of the house.)

[...] We locked the door and closed the blinds but always left the lights on for the sessions. [...]

“Three doors away.”

“She … she lived three doors down the street, in a dark front room. [...]

[...] Glass doors, and many voices from the other side.

[...] Open up the doors, and see all the people.”

[...] I also saw the steps leading down, and the opened wooden door on the right, from my viewpoint. [...]

[...] Two closed doors separated us. [...]

Whenever you think that you have a headache simply because you have a headache; or you bump into a door simply because you bump into a door; or you have an accident simply because you happen to be in a particular place at a particular time; whenever you feel yourself powerless, then you think that accidents happen and that you have no control over them. [...]

[...] All our doors and most windows were open because of the heat, yet when Jane went into trance her delivery was quite energetic, almost fast, and at times very emphatic. [...]

[...] There is a light behind him also and he stands at a partially opened door, and our friend the Jesuit speaks to him. [...]

However, it is the belief that reincarnations are past that largely closes the door. [...]

[...] Briefly, the new environment next door aroused him, but the apartment, while representing expansion, as I told you then, also carried a built-in boomerang—the public hall, the lack of coordination, a divided place. [...]

Some of the small, seemingly silly issues forever put off: a private backyard, shielding trees outside, a front and back door of your own, for Ruburt a dog, both of you a unit of your own; that is, a house over which you had control.

It was not for example odd in its construction, for you will enter the new dimension through doors that appear familiar, as Ruburt is a friend and not a stranger.

[...] Its proportions would have changed of course the moment you set your feet inside the door. [...]

[...] At once Jane and I named them Billy Two and Mitzi: Billy Two, obviously, because he was also a tiger cat and bore a strong resemblance to the dead Billy; Mitzi because with her longer, black and white fur she at once reminded me of the Mitzi who’d belonged to the Butts’s next-door neighbors when I was a child. [...]

[...] So did the plants in your house, and the trees outside your door. [...]

[...] When I returned home I visited our next-door neighbors, the Bumbalos, briefly. [...]

[...] It is safe to go outside your door. [...]

[...] Where there are no doors I push through little cracks in your armor and in your wall. [...]

[...] When you set up barriers and doors, then you enclose these thoughts within you—as if you stored up tons of bacon in your refrigerator and wonder why there was not enough room for anything else. [...]

[...] Through the open patio door she listened to the first bird calls, summoning her outside to watch the foggy dawn unfold. [...]