“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

He is not so frightened of others now that he must shield himself from them the moment he opens the door. [...]

[...] When I was walking out the door for home tonight, I realized that even so I’d forgotten to read the session to Jane, so I went back into 330 to do that. [...]

(Pause.) In a fashion those ancient dreamers, through their immense creativity, dreamed all of life’s creatures in all of their pasts, presents, and futures—that is, their dreams opened up the doors of space and time to entities that otherwise would not have been released into actualization, even as, for example, the units of consciousness were once released from the mind of All That Is.

[...] With sirens screeching several cars and trucks sped past on Walnut Street, two doors away. [...]

[...] Otherwise your own waking prejudice will close the door.

[...] Practically, you can only react to the world as you encounter it through specific experiences, and you cannot escape it, for it will come to your door. [...]

[...] He is in a robe, slippers and pajamas, with a door behind him. [...]

A carpeted hall outside the door; and it seems an overnight guest, who has in his possession a leatherlike bag that is not a suitcase, but meant to hold papers. [...]

[...] You used to say in a critical manner that he would not wait for you to open doors, and run ahead of you on the street. [...]

(A small incident to illustrate: Yesterday morning at 8 AM, the tenant in the efficiency next door played the radio very loud outside our window for over an hour. [...]

(Jane now motioned toward the door. Recovering my wits by now and realizing that the name Mark referred to Bill’s entity name, given to us by Seth at our seance, I went to the door and opened it. [...]

(At 9:07 I put the cats in a back room and closed the door, while Jane waited still in trance, her eyes closed.)

[...] the one in which I’m kneeling at the kitchen storm door and thrusting my hand through the glass to touch Gus, the dog who belongs to our neighbors across the street. [...]

[...] Willy had begun to act up again, so I deposited him in another room and closed the door. [...]

[...] Seth spoke as I carried the cat to the cellar door.)

(This morning, while working on Chapter 18 of Oversoul Seven and the Museum of Time, she’d abruptly felt the impulse to move into another room; she wanted to get away from the sunlight glaring through the thin drapes covering the sliding glass doors of her study at the back of the house. [...]

Your other attitudes, mentioned earlier, continued, and the more the world seemed to knock at your door, however gently, and the more the mail came, the more convinced you both became that your solitude must be protected. [...]

[...] We thought it too late to explain much to him by then, but by 8:35 the feeling was so strong that Jane knocked on Leonard’s door.

Your next-door neighbor may work out well. [...]

(Falling off to sleep, I saw very clearly a dark brown doorknob that was on a white door. [...]

[...] Therefore the possibilities, potentials, seeming miracles, and joyful spontaneity of Framework 2 will be in my mind, so that the doors to creative living are open.

[...] Again, Jane said upon coming out of trance, she had been aware of the footsteps of people passing back and forth in the hall outside our living room door. [...]

[...] To an extent they have served as their own stabilizers, giving you both excuses and protections from events of perhaps an intrusive fashion, such as the interviews or guests, or even strangers at the door. [...]