“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Success, tied in with psychic work, can represent his main hope, and perhaps the one main door through which the whole personality can emerge united and intact.

[...] We sipped wine and used light self-hypnosis to take the edge off our tension, but as we watched the water crawl up the side of the old red-brick house next door, our new reality threatened to turn into a terrifying one indeed. [...]

On the other hand, all probable existence is open, and consciousness can make a door where there was none in those terms. [...]

[...] The voice was coming from the area of the room next door or just beyond, but also from above; like out of the sky or something. [...]

I have the impression of a door, and of horizontal parallel lines, and a mass. [...]

[...] I freed him then deposited him behind a closed door while Jane sat waiting, eyes closed.)

Quickly, I rushed out of bed and opened the door into the next room. [...]

No one, you see, wants more proofs than our friend Ruburt, but often consciously he wants so much that he closes the doors through which I can come, and sets down barriers that belong to the ego alone.

[...] (Pause.) A knock on the door. (Pause at 10:20.) This is at his home, and a caller, a male, younger than he, a fairly young male, perhaps a student. [...]

[...] Even though this light is on the other side of the bath door, due to reflection from the white walls of the room there was plenty of light. [...]

[...] I deposited him in another room and shut the door.)

[...] You may have to walk down a long corridor, go in a particular room and out the same door, before you can get to the next, adjoining room. [...]

(October 23, Friday: Brief but clearly—saw brass door lock with chain.

(Now as the discussion progressed the three of us sat in the living room around our coffee table, staring into the open bath door and exchanging half-joking remarks about apparitions. [...]

[...] What door could open to let physical reality emerge from such an inner realm? [...]

When all of summer’s
splendid leafery is gone
then space seems to surround
us everywhere, far and close.
The immense vault of the universe
turns intimate,
reaches to our chimneytops
in shining swirls of sudden openness
just outside of our back doors.
Space from the galaxies
rushes in to fill the new emptiness
where a million million leaves were,
and the valleys hold
natural cupfuls of space,
filled to their transparent brims.

[...] I heard Seth rather clearly through 2 closed doors after I had retired. [...]

[...] But at first glance I thought a good case could be made for not opening the doors to psychic developments to begin with, going by the contents of this session so far.

[...] Jane and I did not see her, but on occasion we heard her voice through the door to her apartment as we used the hall. [...]

[...] Each was successful in its own way, and opened several doors. [...]