“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Interpreting in the same way, I tell the doctor in the last sentence on the letter that we live in apartment five, second floor.

[...] “It’s as though the floor’s rising up beneath my feet, supporting my weight, but in a way that I’m not used to,” she said. [...]

[...] Her eyes still closed, she pressed it to her forehead, its long dimension parallel to the floor.)

[...] Was the restaurant in which the reunion was held located on the ground floor of a building like the Star-Gazette building here in Elmira? [...]

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

[...] This building was barely in operation at the time I joined AAA, in August 1964; the top floors were not yet finished.

“There were windows in the front room, though, and benches and a stone floor. [...]

[...] I shook my head to clear it and saw to my dismay that the entire living room wall was lying flat on the floor, face up, closed door and all. [...]

(Malba said it takes time to prepare for a seance, 15 minutes at least in relaxation before; a black cloth on our table reaching to the floor would help, as well as drapes on the upper half of our windows, to cover the white Venetian blinds. [...]

The next thing I knew, I was out in the living room having some difficulty standing on the floor, but bumping up and down a few feet above the rug. [...]

[...] As stated on page 321, Jane held the rectangular double envelope up with its long edge parallel to the floor, and moved it back and forth to indicate most definitely her insistence upon the horizontal attribute. [...]

[...] There were no sounds of footsteps upon the carpeted floors, no telltale hint of activity. [...]

[...] In the first house the stairs to the second floor were purposely steep, and never altered, because no one was invited to view the private family bedrooms. [...]

[...] (The apartments are on the second floor.) Jane’s psychic identification with the leaves of the great oak tree, growing so close beside the second apartment’s kitchen windows, marked the beginning of a different kind of relaxation for her; the kitchen became her evocative “tree house.” [...]

[...] Concord… a cellar beneath an old inn… stone walls, floor partially dirt. [...]

[...] To top off our activities of the moment, we’re having the front porch of the hill house rebuilt — with a new raised floor and screening all around, so that Jane can write there in the summertime. [...]

[...] While I was doing so, the elevator stopped at a floor and the door opened. [...]

(I was already wincing, thinking of our neighbors on the floor above us, and below too. [...]

[...] These haven’t been like the typical experience, wherein she’d feel her psyche rising out of a physical organism that was securely anchored by gravity to her chair to the floor, for example. [...]

[...] Both porches are screened in down to the floor and furnish the only contacts Billy and Mitzi have with the outside environment.