“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

At the last moment, however, before you left, Ruburt made up his mind and told you to unlock the porch door. (When Carol opened the screen door, she let Willy Two out, but picked him up easily.) Miss Dineen remembers you kindly also because of Miss Callahan, of course.

[...] While we were having last Saturday’s session, someone knocked on our door; I didn’t answer it and they left. [...]

[...] They too had knocked at our door earlier —while we were napping this afternoon. [...]

(These notes hardly do justice to the string of events that led to Carol and Fred meeting Miss Dineen—from the couple’s leaving Watkins Glen, motoring to Elmira, deciding upon how to find us, asking a policeman finally for directions to a book-store, going to the wrong bookstore—Rubin’s—just as Miss Dineen came out of the religious bookstore almost next door, Miss Dineen first directing them to 458 West Water, then remembering that we’d moved, etc. [...]

These sessions and their creative output began to open the doors of Framework 2, making it accessible to you and practically useful, while before your individual and joint fears held you back at least to some degree. Now that those doors are opening, you will also see the results in other areas of your lives, bringing to you ever more fortunate events. [...]

[...] Just as she began speaking she was interrupted by a heavy knocking — first at the door to the public hall that separates the two apartments we occupy on the second floor, then at each of the apartment doors themselves. [...] When I opened the door I faced a comely but very agitated woman whom I’ll call Barbara. [...]

[...] With Seth’s evident help, Jane herself began at least a partial answer — one that was cut off by our visitor, Barbara, pounding upon our door. [...]

[...] We close the door between the bath and living room to keep Willie, our cat, in the living room at night. I was before the closed door, but wasn’t able to penetrate it. [...]

[...] The bathroom light had been off only ten minutes at the most and the bathroom door closed. [...]

[...] I shook my head to clear it and saw to my dismay that the entire living room wall was lying flat on the floor, face up, closed door and all. [...]

[...] The door was still several feet away. [...]

[...] The living room can be closed off by old-fashioned glass doors, so we closed those and had relative privacy even though the children passed back and forth on the other side. [...] The children did not know the session was taking place; from their viewpoints we must have appeared like three adults who sat talking, and closed the doors because they didn’t want to be bothered.

[...] You may or may not have the sensation of traveling through doors or windows. [...] There is no change in the physical nature of the door, for example. [...]

I stood there a moment, wondering how she got in, and decided that I must have left the door unlocked. [...] Now I stood by the bathroom door. [...]

Now, like then, we close the living room door so we won’t hear the phone or be interrupted by visitors. [...]

[...] As I stood there, trying to figure out what was going on, I heard someone at the door. [...]

[...] But because you open a door, this does not mean that you cannot close it, nor does it mean that you cannot have two doors open at once, and this is my point. [...] have two doors open at once, and you can listen to two channels at once. [...]

[...] Eventually some of our friends were bound to come around on a Monday or Wednesday evening, and hear the odd voice from outside the door as Phillip did just before we wrote Dr. Stevenson. [...]

Now that your guests are indeed arriving, you may let them enter, or I myself will open the door. I suggest that this time you open the door, and bid that they be seated.

(Jane paused by the windows, looking down the rather large room to the door. [...] As I did the door opened and the Pipers entered quietly. [...]

(Then at this end of the room I discover heavy dark wooden doors. [...]

[...] A door is open. [...]

[...] He was now scratching at the door to go out.

[...] To use the time I let our other cat, Willy, in the back hall door. [...]

Three doors down, an establishment having to do with shoes, or a shoeshine establishment with a black grating.

(At first I thought it was a trick of sunlight—which was quite diluted as it came through the room’s east windows—but all of a sudden I stopped to look at the painting as it sat on the shelf I’d built high up on the south wall just inside the door. [...]

Each improvement should be definitely noticed, and as each improvement shows itself, so again the doors to future beneficial probabilities are opened. [...]

[...] I was sure I knew how the chipmunk had gotten caught: He’d squeezed under the back porch screened-in door looking for food. [...]

(“The funny thing is,” I told Jane, “there’s a bowl of sunflower seeds in the garage, near the door where chipmunks can squeeze in, but they haven’t been touched for days....” [...]

Now let our guardian of the portals over there close the door and this time, once again, listen to the chanting and I will not give you any instructions. [...]

[...] In this way you also close the door unknowingly to additional energy and refreshment (pause), to some extent (underlined). You cannot close one creative door without closing all of them to some degree. [...]

[...] You fear that direct psychic experience in terms of projections could rob you of the energy you should put into your painting and quite unconsciously, though not entirely, when you are focusing upon your painting strongly with particular inner vigor, then you close the door to personal psychic adventures out of a misplaced jealousy for your art.

(I had to ask Jane to repeat what she said because the Russian patient in the room next door, Karina, was yelling out in the hall, as she has been all afternoon. [...] The girl who brought the supper tray at the end of the session left our room door open, and Karina sounded all the louder.

There is no doubt he prefers the door open, but he does understand the reasons for the doors closed. [...]

[...] Then when we resume, it seems that a key unlocks doors. [...]

[...] 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.

[...] However I felt that at least this time I had not slammed shut any unwitting door I might have opened.

Selling door to door had to him the subjective advantage in that he was master of the situation, and was indeed the invader. [...]

[...] Belief is a two way door, although it does not have to be. [...]

(There came a knock on the door, and Jane stopped speaking. [...]

[...] In fact, it was she who answered the door, to speak briefly with someone who was looking for another apartment on our floor.

[...] She said the knock on the door didn’t bother her at all. [...]