“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(This reference concerns new tenants who have moved into the second-floor apartment of the house next door. [...]

No man can find
Where he has been,
Or follow in flesh
Where the self tread,
Or keep the self in
Though doors are closed,
For the self moves through
Wood and stone.

(We were interrupted by a knock on the door at 9:08. [...]

[...] Jim Beckett stated that midway through the monologue, he felt the presence of Bill Macdonnel so strongly that he expected to see Bill walk in the door. [...]

The point of difficulty is your panicky and protective huddling within the core of a limited self, and your fear to set aside the endless doors between self and what seems to be not self, that you yourself have erected.

[...] A third set arises from the reactions of others to the first two, through the letters and calls we receive and the questions of people knocking on our doors. [...]

[...] His sign is fastened to the wall of the house beside an office door, beneath a porch roof, and would not be readable, probably, from a passing car.

[...] It seemed to come literally from out of the sky, down into another room outside of (next-door to, actually) the one in which his body slept. [...]

[...] So, while I busied myself in the familiar market next door, she sat in the car writing — looking quite ordinary, a small black-haired woman with her head bent forward…. [...]

(We found our cat, Catherine, in a next-door backyard after dark on Sunday evening. [...]

[...] At 8:35 two of Miss Callahan’s relatives knocked on our door: Miss Betty Dineen, an older woman who is a teacher, and a distant relative but close friend of Miss Callahan’s, and Miss Callahan’s nephew John. [...]

[...] So, while I had the chance, I decided to do some more experimenting and went out the hall door, downstairs and outside.

[...] There is a large tree to the left of the porch, and a weedy driveway leads back to a large white barnish-looking building with double top-hinged doors. [...]

Though doors are closed,

[...] The realization is usually put in reincarnational terms, so that the self is seen as traveling through the centuries, moving through doors of death and life into other times and places.

[...] A veranda outside their door, and a large bucket filled with sand. [...]

“In two other lives, there was instead the development of inner abilities to the exclusion of others, a closing down of windows and barring of doors. [...]

[...] 2 is well under way, as it is in an auxiliary building next door. [...]

[...] Parked in a driveway in back of her is a four-door touring car with a fabric top. [...]

[...] There was no denying the fact that a door had replaced our middle bay window. [...]