“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

“After the break, Seth told us to shut the door leading to the bath. The living room side of the door holds a full-length mirror, and Seth told us to look into it. [...]

[...] When we decided to retire I shuffled about the house, cleaning up and locking doors and windows as Jane made ready for bed. [...] I bumped into walls and door-jambs, or leaned on tables for support for minutes at a time. [...]

[...] The driveway is shared with a very wealthy family next door, in which the same size house is a home to one family. [...]

The place in question is located within a few blocks of the neighborhood to which my family moved in 1931, as described in Note 1. Since it sits on one of the main streets of Sayre, at a busy corner, I know that I must have passed by it many times in subsequent years; yet I’d never noticed the house as an individual entity until Jane and I walked up to its front door with the Johnsons. [...]

(As Bill opened the hall door, Jane, standing beside him, came through as Seth, very loud, for a few words. But it was enough to make him shut the door quickly. [...]

Ruburt’s physical performance today should convince you that the doors to normal physical motion are being unlocked. [...]

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

[...] He was the opener of doors. [...]

[...] Perhaps Curt didn’t have much time to spare either, for when I did get a minute to talk, I saw him going out the front door. [...]

Outside of their door, I believe, a large bucket of sorts, filled with sand for cigarettes, fairly good size.

I now reminded Jane that John Smith had knocked on our back door at suppertime tonight. [...]

(It’s of further interest to note that no sooner had I mailed a letter to Ms. O’Keefe this morning, asking her help in locating an address in London, than her letter was delivered at our door upon our return from the post office. [...]

(After getting the ginger ale, I read the session to her that she’d given so far, then made sure the door to 330 was closed as much as possible. [...]

[...] Working on the second floor, Bill had several times heard footsteps on the floor above; but checking the deserted floor, unused for many years, had found nothing except doors mysteriously unlocked.

[...] But when I looked outside, I saw a rundown row of apartments next door, and in the first doorway stood a young mother in ragged clothing, with several ragged children sitting on the steps, staring at me. [...]

Ruburt’s “Be Careful in Nothing” sign (on our hall door) has deep implications along these lines. [...]

[...] And open up those doors of energy. [...]

[...] John knocked on our door during the session, but since we had not yet begun having witnesses, we asked him to return later. As soon as the door closed behind John, Seth went into a rather lengthy rundown on him, much to our surprise. [...]

[...] The cellar door was open. [...]

[...] You lit cigarettes for him, particularly when you were in public, but you did not open the car door unless he asked you, or reminded you when that hurt or humiliated him.

You are remarkably free, believe it or not, of weird strangers at your doors, under the circumstances. [...]

[...] Those who bang at your doors are the antisocial, the drifters, the troubled, or those so enthusiastic that they also ignore all social rules, in which case you two rise up in arms.