“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I have told you I am a teacher, and I have let the principal in the door. [...]

[...] The man’s attitude was apparent the minute he came in the door. [...]

[...] A target sketch was to be tacked on the inside of my door each day. [...]

(Once again one of our cats scratched at the door for admittance. [...]

[...] I said I shut the door on Steve, but didn’t slam it. [...]

The message was “Do not condemn yourself or others,” for Christ well knew that self-righteous condemnation of the self or of one’s neighbors served to darken the door through which man might view his own potential and its greater source.

[...] Don’t be bothered that parapsychologists are not knocking at your doors. [...]

[...] It wasn’t as great as the time I went through the house next door, but this tunnel was very long and I went into another universe. [...]

[...] He always believed, now, that when you spoke to him in the past about walking faster than you, or not waiting for you to open doors, that you were saying to him “You are going too fast for me, and putting me in a poor social light.”

[...] Often only when you are in dire straits do you open up the doors to this great energy, when it is much too clear that your previous beliefs and behavior have not worked.

[...] When Seth comes through he’s at the same level the material’s at, and he — or I — can then pull it in … It’s as though there’s a store of information there, but I have to go through a door of consciousness to reach it.”

[...] In other words, Ruburt felt that there was a slim chance of opening doors of knowledge that had been closed, and he decided to take that chance.

[...] Instantly a white light came from the floor up through the ceiling, door width, with some symbols in or on it. [...]

[...] But he himself has largely closed the door of comprehension, so that he only identifies with what he thinks of as his rational mind, and tries to forget as best he can those spontaneous processes upon which the mind rides so triumphantly.

I’m including in this chapter a few poems as notes of a subjective autobiography, to show what events triggered this first release of unconscious material on my part, opening the doors to the interior universe; for now I believe that certain personal conditions are characteristic prerequisites for such developments, that the channels of intuitive knowledge are opened according to the intensity of individual need. [...]

Being with your parents brought things to a head, because both of your attitudes were aggravated by the environment; you (Sue) relating more as a young girl in the family homestead, and he reacting as the stranger who came in the back door.

[...] It’s more private there but it isn’t as warm, especially when doors are closed.)

[...] Jane has been extremely sore in her arms, shoulders, rib cage, and so forth today, yet she was able to stand taller, by leaning against the bathroom door frame, than I’d seen her do in a very long time. [...]

[...] But Jane and I have seen the pattern demonstrated again and again: the visitor walks in the door, starts talking, usually about himself or herself, and seldom stops until leaving x-number of hours later. [...]

[...] All three must be opened at once, that is simultaneously, but any one door will automatically open the others.

[...] If your child believes that a particular illness is caused by a virus, then suggest a game in which the youngster imagines the virus to be a small bug that he or she triumphantly chases away with a broom, or sweeps out the door. [...]