“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Without breaking her delivery Jane picked him up and then dumped him into another room; she closed the door.)

(When I first lay down I had the feeling that a door had opened out of my vision to the left, letting light creep slowly in. [...]

I admit that for some mysterious reason of my own I let Bill Baker, as I’ll call that youngish individual, fool me when he knocked on our back-porch door yesterday afternoon. [...]

[...] I will continue the subject, tying it more securely to value fulfillment, and stressing the importance of positive action in the physical world, so that ideals can be expressed rather than feared, and so that the doors between impulses and their activations can be left open with some confidence.

[...] What is difficult is the ability or facility to change focus from one area to another, always leaving the door open for a return to the usual necessary daily focus point, in order that effective balance be maintained and manipulation in the physical area remain fairly uninterrupted.

[...] You carry many of your misconceptions into certain areas of your dream reality and even there you close many doors. [...]

I have the impression: clor-ra-door (my phonetic interpretation) but do not know to what it refers. [...]

[...] He took us to his office and closed the door.

The minute I knocked on the door, Miss Cunningham opened it. [...]

[...] You may if your prefer close your bedroom door you see, neatly dividing your apartment in half during working hours. [...]

[...] Jane, her back to him, stood up so quickly that she banged her head on an open cupboard door. [...]

[...] It opens doors otherwise closed, and it automatically brings with it a state of excellent, buoyant physical health.

[...] A sign warning of infection was put on the door of 3B9, Jane’s room, and stayed there until she went home. [...]

[...] The information was really that the apartment in the house next door, on the corner, would be vacant. [...]

(Now we turned on a closet light and left the door ajar so that the living room was softly lighted. [...]

[...] You cannot discover them through reading, you must look within yourselves and open your own doors. [...]

[...] The doors were open from the living room though, and he could hear plainly. [...]

[...] Jane could not describe the floor upon which it rested, or any other furnishings in the room, or a door, a window, etc.

[...] A possible distant connection: At the end of her second day of teaching Jane was given a ride home by a next-door neighbor who is also a teacher. [...]

[...] This room was next door to the office of Gladys Austin who came in to listen.

[...] WHAT DIFERENCE DOES IT MAKE WHICH DOOR YOU TRAVEL THROUGH?