“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Then, with my eyes closed, I picked up the section from which the object had been taken, groped over to a floor-to-ceiling bookcase, and placed it on a high shelf where I would not see it.

[...] With a floor of stone or cement, sand-colored. [...]

In trying to show him his realistic condition in the face of such ideas you end up by making him believe also that they are unrealistic, stupid, and that he should not need challenges but only the simple joy of walking across the floor.

[...] Now bear with me for a few moments, realizing as you do so that there is in reality no distinction between the atoms and molecules within your precious bodies and the atoms and molecules that fly about the room quite innocently and free; realizing also that there is great space between the atoms and molecules within your body, and that if some very small person were flying through they would find your bodies as large as a galaxy; realizing also that the skin that seems so solid to you is very open, indeed, and does not separate you so much from the universe, as it connects you with the universe; and that there is little division between the atoms and molecules in those knees and those legs and the atoms and molecules that form the floor upon which the legs and knees seem to rest. [...]

[...] Jane said the sounds of traffic rising up from the corner just southwest of our second-floor apartment had bothered her after last break, and that in part this accounted for the shorter delivery. [...]

[...] Bill’s gallery, which takes up the entire ground floor of a downtown store location, is certainly “a location with much space.” [...]

[...] He buckled over and fell to the floor. [...]

Three days later, Rob walked into the bathroom, suddenly blacked out by the bathroom sink and fell unconscious to the floor. [...]

[...] He had thrown my glasses to the floor in a quick characteristic gesture, yet now I scrutinized each student with sharp, clear focus. [...]

The conscious mind does not even know, and cannot of itself command, the legs to walk across the floor. [...]

[...] As I waited to go next I turned to look out the front windows—and suddenly found myself surrounded on three sides by walls of the most beautiful floor-to-ceiling, intricate and colorful latticework of diamond-shaped glass crystals I could possibly imagine. [...]

[...] There was one situation in particular that frightened you both—the time that Ruburt ended up on the floor when he picked up the information from your neighbor, Barbara.

The house was tall and narrow with three windows on the top floor, with two and a door at the bottom. [...]

(They had windows in the front room, though—and benches and a stone floor. [...]

You set yourself against all of this, against the gist of life and joy and vitality, and turn your back upon it with the paltry excuse: “If one person does not love me in a male-female relationship in this life, then I threaten to destroy myself, and shatter the form that holds the spirit, and shatter the form like a glass thrown upon the floor, like a child in a tantrum.” [...]

[...] Jane also fussed with the machine, and a small quantity of water dropped from it onto the floor. [...]

I will here begin to close the session, though like Philip's universe, the sessions never began at a specific point in time, and Ruburt knew of them long before he paced this floor, though he was not aware of them. [...]

[...] The new cement floor had been poured today, and although we could walk on it, it still radiated considerable internal heat. [...]

[...] Perhaps in a basement, I think having a concrete or stonelike floor.

You might also check the papers on your floor, because I am only certain of the low impression and the papers. [...]

[...] Each dance is a victory because he first had to get over the fear of walking to the dance floor, and he looks hopefully to you for your support that he does not look too badly. [...]

(The flooring took a series of long shallow steps down, each step being perhaps two or three inches deep. [...]