“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(She explained that Jane hadn’t been offered a room on the second floor—because there wasn’t adequate staff to take care of her. [...]

Now, if you will not break into many pieces, you may take your break—the clatter of pieces crashing to the floor would tax Ruburt’s new vacuum sweeper—or tax fingers that are breaking with fatigue. [...]

[...] He has thought of returning to his habit of sitting on the floor. [...]

Now three weeks later we have another encounter and our poor ignorant workman falls asleep again at his chore and our good minister comes by and he looks and he sees the idle one upon the floor snoozing and he thinks, I would like to kick you in the you know where, but he thinks, oh no, I cannot think such an unChristian thought and violence is wrong, so before he even admits to himself what he feels and hiding from himself any acknowledgment of aggression. [...]

[...] Three months later you have had a really bad day and you are mad at life in general and now you come and find our poor friend upon the floor, this time, perhaps, asleep at a chore somewhat more important that you wanted done. [...]

[...] I do not know what floor it was on, except that it was at least several floors up. [...]

[...] Are you in the habit of pacing the floor? [...]

An imaginary ant, a philosophical one, might sit and in its own way contemplate how often you walked the floor in a period that might seem like a year to it. [...]

[...] Your individual desires and intents direct that activity of your body’s spontaneous processes — that is, your body walks across the floor at your command as a result of your wishes, even though the processes involved must happen “by themselves.”

[...] She fell to the floor, breaking a plate as she did so.

[...] When she returned to the house she saw her body upon the floor … Her husband remarried seven months later. [...]

[...] As stated, the manuscript page used as object was written by Jane in the studio at the back of the apartment. The studio is a second-floor converted porch with two sides made up of five windows each. [...] She “looks down and away” at grass and flowers, etc., and to her left, not obstructing her view, is the porch roof of the apartment on the ground floor.

[...] He partially identified some of my traits with some of yours, so if he was mad at you for telling him, literally to his way of thinking, to hurt himself five times a day by getting up and down from the floor, he was twice as mad at me.

He wanted you to help him get up and down from the floor, and encourage him. [...]

[...] Directly back of the number, on the other side of the paper, were two buildings, one an erected house, with just above it a floor plan of another. There was a yard, and trees, and a blue simulation of blueprint paper in back of the floor plan.

[...] Now to others that you do not perceive, you are as magical, you are as nebulous as a shadow falling upon a floor in midafternoon. [...]

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

[...] While talking about the chair she also had an impression that “some source, something” was trying to tell her about a rug that either usually was on the floor, was sent out for cleaning, or else was never there. [...]

[...] As we sat at the board preparatory to greeting Seth, Willy jumped up on it; from there he vaulted up on the bookcase, knocking the sketch to the floor. [...]

[...] Behind this was a storeroom with earthen floor, and a shed. [...]

[...] It concerned expense-account allowances for gas and oil, and John’s superior took this as aimed at him personally; the two men clashed on the floor, verbally.)

(As stated before, the floor clash between John and his superior involved expense accounts. [...]

Again a candle, but a tall one, and a floor with many designs, as of diamond shapes. [...]

[...] In the second dream I had refused to leave the safety of the studio, which is on the second floor, for fear of falling. [...]

[...] There is a line from a poem of his, written years ago, in a period of stress, “If I can’t move one finger, how can the whole soul rise?" from his dance floor poem.

[...] For example, I’ll see Rob’s head, with our floor-stand world globe growing out of it into a new kind of object.... [...]

[...] You were not on the main floor of the house. [...]

[...] They were sitting no more than 30 feet away; our bedroom being at the back of our apartment, on the second floor.

[...] The evening was quite warm; we had a window open; the traffic noises rushed up to our second-floor living room. [...]

(“I know there’s a universe between my chair here [in the living room] and the kitchen floor,” Jane said as she got up, “but I can walk it okay. [...]