“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Through the open doors and windows we heard the great rhythms of the crickets and cicadas. [...]

[...] He thought of asking you to take a snapshot of the table with your camera, showing the partially-opened front door, so that later he could paint the scene. [...]

“Years ago, after my brothers and I had left 704 to follow our own life paths, the Brenner family had built a house next door to our parents’ place. [...]

[...] The Brenner’s front door was open and I saw the warm yellow light in their living room. [...]

[...] Another, older lady was having trouble repairing a small mechanism that was fastened to the wall beside the car’s door. [...] While I was doing so, the elevator stopped at a floor and the door opened. The lady left, and I hurriedly inserted the last few screws while the door stayed open. Just as I finished — or perhaps nearly so — the door began to close. [...] I wedged my shoulder between the door and its frame and forced the door open enough so that I could squeeze out into a hallway of the hospital. The door shut behind me.

[...] Miss Cunningham’s apartment door became a stimulus to my constant questions. [...]

“Mrs. Butts, Mrs. Butts,” she’d call, and when I answered my door, she’d say, “Come, see. [...]

[...] I suggested that we open her mail together each day, but then she still insisted that the letters came — slid beneath the door — and, of course, she always misplaced them or lost them. [...]

Then the screen door opened. [...]

A building where they have jam sessions is next door, or nearby. [...]

This is also excellent therapy whenever you feel you are overly concerned consciously, and will open the doors to inspiration.

Doors opened off the veranda, which extended the full length of the motel. [...] Instantly I knew that it was, and that the center door led to their room. [...]

[...] My description of the motel was correct, including the center door that led to their room. [...]

(Then I saw that someone had left the shack’s door open, and that everything, the walls, the ceiling, the open door, etc., was covered with hordes of insects of various kinds and colors, all crawling and flying about. [...]

(Then Lizzie Roohan calls out to me from next door and I go over to see her. [...]

Today was a day in which feelings became conscious and pervaded the emotional air, as if the mustiness from a suddenly opened closet door spread out into the living room. That kind of situation will soon be over, for it is a reaction —quite natural—on the first reopening of that door into past feelings. [...]

[...] I could tell that she left the door to 330 partly open when she left.)

Any new events brings with it new probabilities—and since you are now on a favorable road of probabilities those doors that open will also be advantageous. [...]

(It will be remembered that in the 63rd session, June 17, 1964, Seth stated that he could “also see a sort of trouble in September for a woman neighbor who lives three doors down the street from him” in Williamsport, PA, “the difficulty here somehow involving two children... [...]

(John told us that although he had kept his eyes and ears open for news, he knew of nothing happening to any such neighbor, although as explained through John’s map in the 63rd session, two such women neighbors with children live three doors from him. [...]

[...] Again, John said the initial V meant nothing in particular to him, but when he returned home he planned to do what he could to ascertain just what did take place three doors from his own place, to a woman with at least two children, or who is connected somehow with children. [...]

(Jane, as Seth, pointed to our kitchen door. [...]

[...] I closed the door and turned off the night light. [...]

[...] He wants you to open the car door out of old-fashioned gallantry. [...]

(As soon as we stepped out of the door, Jane began to talk about the supernal beauty of the warm night. [...]

[...] Kid tries door; it’s locked; I don’t think I can unlock it and get out of his way quickly enough without asking him to wait for me to move, feel humiliated again, know Rob is busy with the book and why can’t I handle it? [...]

[...] Earlier caught myself stewing over my windows new room being accessible that is, noticeable; then cleared that up saying that Frank, etc., will be gone; phone book won’t have address; winter coming—but if I have to, I’ll lock the screen door or put up a note working hours no guests; but anyhow I’ll make conscious decisions and take steps. [...]

[...] His energy is available (pause), and doors to his great mental house are open, awaiting entry. [...]

Now, I have been here all evening, and I shall be here until the door is closed. [...]

[...] You must momentarily realize that doors are not solid. [...] Doors are solid: This is not a basic truth, you see, but a convenient root assumption.

[...] And then you can travel through these other doors, but you must be able to stand on your two feet in this universe.... [...]

[...] and the peace of mind is the key to the door.

[...] And then you can travel through these other doors, but you must be able to stand on your two feet in this universe—and then you will go consciously where your body cannot follow and you will find your answers. [...]

[...] For in the back of your mind you will think: If I do not feel secure in physical reality, then why should I feel secure here—and you will not have the daring that is necessary, nor will you have the peace of mind—and the peace of mind is the key to the door. [...]

(There was a knock on our door at 10:05. [...] She answered the door and explained that we were busy, and company left. [...]

Then a door was closed. [...]

[...] Your mother basically did not share (smile) your father’s love of the out-of-doors, and you played both ends against the middle. For the symptoms also allowed you to stay indoors with her on many occasions.