“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] A room on a third floor. [...]

[...] Have him imagine for example pillow fights with you, or wrestling on the floor with you. [...]

[...] He manages to lie down on the floor and I try to show him some yoga exercises for it, but he brushes me off. [...]

[...] Then suddenly he just stood up, said, “Let’s dance,” and dragged me out onto the dance floor. [...]

[...] I could look through the treetops beyond them — we live on the second floor — and down to the street on the next block. [...]

[...] As I got up she lifted Willy herself and dropped him to the floor.

[...] I visualized myself walking across this bridge, feeling the wooden flooring beneath my feet. [...]

(At 9:19 Jane, As Seth, pointed at the floor, her eyes closed. [...]

[...] Rob and Phil leaped to their feet, Phil knocking his glass of beer to the floor in the process. [...]

When the personality compared physical reality with children’s blocks, he made a remark about individuals returning in our future to peer into physical reality like giants squinting down to watch children play with blocks upon the floor. [...]

(As Jane sat resting during break, staring absently at the floor, she received the word “mine.” [...]

[...] Thus lines that were vertical at one time would become horizontal, and it seems this would apply whether in relation to her as the clairvoyant observer, or the floor or whatever. [...]

(She told me it was hard to describe, but she has a different sensation of weight in her body, as though she’s relating better to the floor. [...]

[...] You were pleased when Ruburt walked across the floor with his plunger, without the table, yet both of you expected him to walk down steps, small as they are, and walk around the car in the garage without his table, or there is something wrong. [...]

[...] Saw clearly but briefly a red jewel, maybe pin, on a floor rather a distance off. [...]

[...] I knelt on the floor holding the cat, while Jane mentally tried to soothe her struggles — and I succeeded in getting the flea collar in place around her neck. [...]

[...] (Pause.) A room on the fifth floor or higher, but not lower. [...]

[...] The one where the individual lies frontward down on the floor, and lifts up from the arms, Joseph, you know this one.

[...] He is not always so many feet, for example, from the floor. [...]

[...] He would not use them for he needs to know that the physical universe, like the floor, is directly beneath his feet and that there is someone there who wants to make very sure that he will get back. [...]

[...] All was quiet when suddenly Willy burst out of the closet in a mad scramble, his nails sliding on the bare floor. [...]

[...] Just as she began speaking she was interrupted by a heavy knocking — first at the door to the public hall that separates the two apartments we occupy on the second floor, then at each of the apartment doors themselves. [...]

[...] A brick building, the meeting not on the ground floor. [...]