“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] You spend all your time examining this one small stream, so that you become hypnotized by its flow, and entranced by its motion. [...]

From my writing table at the right of the entrance to our bathroom, I could easily look at Bill as he sat in our Kennedy rocker, facing the bathroom entrance itself. [...]

The entrance of an outsider. [...]

(“The entrance of an outsider.” [...]

[...] The front entrance of the Foster Avenue house was not even used. [...]

If this information comes from a personality no longer in physical form upon your earth, then surely this is an indication that death is but entrance into another dimension.

[...] Tonight’s experiment began rather spontaneously and ended with Seth making an entrance, although I for one had not particularly planned it that way.

[...] Jane later said she too felt a more emotional “entrance,” though still much muted.)

You are so focused in your roles, however; so intrigued by the reality that you have created, so entranced by the problems, challenges, hopes, and sorrows of your particular roles that you have forgotten they are of your own creation. [...]

[...] We have indeed spoken much concerning the focus of energy, and a sufferer is truly entranced with the idea of his illness, and it is only this which basically allows the illness to continue. [...]

[...] The front entrance was not even used. [...]

[...] Later, so to speak, when entrance into another and higher is achieved, then such a higher-dimensioned personality may without difficulties of this sort communicate with your field.

(I made only one false turn driving to the emergency room at St. Joe’s, since we’d never been there before, but found the entrance easily. [...]

The more involved you become with complicated physical organisms, the more energy you project outward and the more entranced you become with “exterior” manifestations. [...]

(I heard a man and a woman begin to climb the stairs from the front entrance of the apartment house. [...]

[...] He was dragging a large tarpaulin upon which was piled a miscellaneous collection of camping equipment; he was pulling the tarpaulin down the center grassy area of the camping grounds, heading toward the entrance.

[...] I could quickly see that some kind of a divider here would shield her working area from the entrance to our apartment.)

(The entrance to Charles Biro’s offices was at the end of a hallway, as I remember, and the door to the anonymous office I visited tonight is next door to it. [...]

[...] During one session I mentioned that since self-consciousness even exists in all living things, then the question of the exact entrance be specified becomes irrelevant.

[...] [The whole structure serves as a modest room divider, shielding the living room from the hall entrance to the apartment.]

[...] Before Mr. Connor’s entrance, Bill was joking with another man. [...]