“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] When you set up barriers and doors, then you enclose emotions within you ... [...]

[...] Miss C was just going out the door as I arrived. [...]

(Considering parallels, here’s another of the many “connections” that Jane and I have become aware of since we began our housing odyssey last year [already we’ve compiled a list of 30 similar relationships]: Three out of the four dwellings that in one way or another we’ve been seriously involved with possess driveways shared by next-door neighbors — Mr. Markle’s in Sayre; the apartment house we live in now; and the house in Elmira that we considered buying in 1964. [...]

[...] The dentist next door lives and works in the same house. [...]

[...] The river can be seen from the back door of the Art Shop, and from the second-story workroom above where Tom makes his frames, etc. [...]

[...] Sometimes I can hear Seth through the two closed doors.)

[...] The loud, brittle sound was clearly audible through the closed door. [...]

[...] Whatever was happening, I was going to be on my feet so I could have a good running start for the door in case I got worried.

[...] Spontaneity will open many doors. [...]

[...] We think the above block of data is a good example of his attempts to have Jane talk about the delivery of a package to our door. [...]

(Jane: 7/14, 11:30 AM: I heard an unidentified voice say clearly, “Pierre will be down tonight; he will be at the door.”

[...] She opened the door into a room containing one full-sized bed and another adult, though smaller, bed. [...]

[...] But Ruburt has a highly symbolic mind as well as a highly literal one, so he has hidden behind closed doors.

[...] We didn’t see each other as often as we used to, but one morning each week, on his way to school, David left his magazines and newspapers at our back porch door, whether or not we were up, or saw him.

[...] Because of her walking difficulties she’d stayed in her office chair, which is on wheels, and pushed the sliding glass door wide open from that position. [...]

[...] I thought it interesting that Nebene’s land, Jerusalem, say, was geographically next door to Egypt, and not great in physical distance, as far as miles go.

The doors to the inner self were to be shut tight. [...]

[...] Our next-door neighbor’s cat, Mitzi, had caught a field mouse. [...]

If your idea of protecting your talent could be transferred to a plant, you would keep it in a corner, a dark one, in a room in which no one could enter, and spend your time worrying about drafts, no matter how well you had closed the windows and doors.

To save our friend the cat lover from undue torment and inner terror, I suggest you put the frightening monster safely behind a closed door.

(Jane now recalled that the car’s right door was open. [...]

While I sleep and lie stretched out,
Eyelids closed and pupils dark,
Who walks wide-eyed downstairs
Through the door in the cold night air,
And travels where I have never been?
Who leaves clear memories in my head
Of people I have never met?
Who takes these trips while I
Never lift one inch from bed?
Who dreams?