“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Now a small note: Your poor, misguided, unjolly bachelor friend downstairs did you a service many times, in complementing your wife when you were unable to do so, in giving her a sense or a glimmer of female pride or appreciation when you were unable to communicate, and you knew this.

[...] She thought the trance had been deeper than usual to cover many distractions: the weather and new rain, traffic noise, a party going on downstairs, etc.

[...] Jane had forgotten to tell me, but someone from downstairs had wanted to cut Jane’s hair this morning, but then couldn’t because of a clash of schedules with Jane going to hydro. [...]

[...] Others, we saw, were impressed too: men doing flood repair work in a downstairs apartment came outside to stand in the driveway, staring skyward. [...]

[...] As soon as she left trance she became aware of music playing in the apartment downstairs; before she hadn’t heard this.

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

[...] In it, Rob had gone downstairs to get the mail. [...]

[...] Georgia said she was going to protest the decision to nursing service, downstairs. [...]

[...] It was a young neighbor from downstairs, concerned about transportation to work tomorrow. [...]

[...] Sitting down a bit later she said: “I’m trying to get back in,” meaning trance, “but that music downstairs bothers me.” [...]

[...] The curtains were open, it was still light out, we could hear people talking downstairs and in the hall outside our door. [...]

(December 21, Monday, 8:15 PM: Interrupted by baby crying downstairs, but prior to this a good state achieved. [...]

Some important blockages would therefore come when he tried to tell himself he could do something, such as walk downstairs correctly, when at the same time he did not believe it possible. [...]

[...] At the end of the session she was aware of a radio playing downstairs.)

[...] Moved in after Billie’s death.) She thinks he should sleep downstairs.

[...] Downstairs was a shop owned by your brother’s father, who was not your father this time. [...]

[...] Eventually he moved downstairs when a larger apartment right beneath ours became available: Still later, Jane and I rented the apartment he’d had on the second floor, so that we ended up with two apartments, side by side; we needed more room by then, and didn’t want to move.

[...] His sister lives in a downstairs apartment. [...]

[...] I just wanted to watch the television program [Upstairs, Downstairs], but when that was done I felt better, and I knew you needed the help....” [...]

While I sleep and lie stretched out,
Eyelids closed and pupils dark,
Who walks wide-eyed downstairs
Through the door in the cold night air,
And travels where I have never been?
Who leaves clear memories in my head
Of people I have never met?
Who takes these trips while I
Never lift one inch from bed?
Who dreams?

[...] It was also the same car as before, belonging to a tenant living downstairs. [...]