“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The motion seemed to be all exterior, from the too-warm wind that blew into my small studio from the back hill, to the shadows of moving foliage outside that flickered across the floor.

[...] Or rather, I felt an inner psychological motion happening — a movement as definite, yet subtle as the shadows that flickered on the floor. [...]

[...] But she needed the new one after the new girl on the floor had pulled it loose several times while taking care of her. [...]

[...] You may use a floor if you prefer, but see yourself upon it, for this will represent A-I.

[...] She lay on the floor on her back. [...]

[...] Jane at once interpreted this data as referring to the staircase she must climb in order to reach Peggy Gallagher’s office, on the second floor at the newspaper office where Peggy works. [...]

[...] We live on the second floor. [...]

[...] At times he wanted to throw his work across the floor.

(In the beginning the four of us sat on the floor, grouped around our coffee table and holding hands as suggested by Seth in the 125th session, and as we had done before. [...]

[...] Now Jane, Judy and Lee were prone upon the floor by the divan. [...]

[...] A building or part of a building where they stay now, where there is a long narrow section, a roof supported, a flat roof I believe, long and narrow, supported by posts with a floor not of wood. Perhaps of cement—but of a stone, definitely a stone (Jane gestured, eyes closed, as though trying to pin down her thought) or sand-colored stone floor.

A center room with pale walls, first floor, where they stay a night.

[...] Each cell is an intimate part of your reality, and yet consciously you are not as familiar with it as you are with the rug upon your floor.

[...] While she was giving the envelope data some snow broke loose from a steep third floor roof of the house, and came crashing down on a porch roof not far from our living room; the house shook. [...]

[...] The art room at Artistic, where the envelope photo was taken, is located on the second floor. [...]

[...] The drapery is short, that is, it does not reach all the way to the floor.

[...] The floor covered with a light-colored, textured rug. [...]

This room, the office, has a large light-colored wooden desk, set out from a window—that is, not in the center of the floor—the chair between the window and the desk.

(The envelope object for the 69th experiment was a colored postcard sent to us by Barbara Ingold, our neighbor who lives below us on the first floor. [...]

[...] Merle and Lois Cratsley also live in the apartment house, on the first floor, and do own such a chair. [...]

[...] Jane said this is brought about through the chair data, and is a confusion arising from the fact that Barbara, who sent us the object, and Lois and Merle Cratsley live on the ground floor of the apartment house, in adjoining apartments. [...]

He learned something important, working with his attitudes this weekend in the bathroom, when he realized that he held back his weight when he put his feet on the floor. [...]

(Also after supper it developed that Miss Callahan, the retired school teacher who lives in the front apartment on our floor, had evidently had an attack of some kind and was in urgent need of help. [...]

A shadow passes the door, of a woman I believe, in some outfit of floor length, a floor-length skirt or robe. (Pause, at 10:17.)

[...] I watched the ship sink on an even keel through the blue-green water to the smooth yellow and tan and brown sandy ocean floor—but instead of settling motionless there the ship began to ‘sail’ or plow its way across the ocean bottom, almost as though it were a car moving along a road. [...] I saw no people or fish—just the ship, the ocean, and its floor, which was free of obstacles to the ship’s easy passage. [...]

[...] Intertwined with these events were many others in recent days: The john in the cellar bathroom backed up and flooded part of the floor; I had to call the plumber—who’s been here and gone. [...]

[...] Sitting in her rocker, she began to rapidly pound her feet on the floor. [...]

Now, to prove to you that I am a good and hearty fellow and that I do not always wear a long disastrous face with a chin upon the floor, I will leave you and let you partake of your social discourse. [...]

[...] And indeed, even as my voice reverberates against the ceiling, be thankful that it does not bounce and fall down and break into rocks upon the floor. [...]

[...] Then suddenly I was in a very deep trance of which I have no memory—except at the very end, when I was yelling my lungs out, and I believe, flat on the floor crying. [...]

[...] [Just now, writing this, when I was on the floor sobbing, I did feel that I was on a bed, crying.]

[...] He sees the idle one upon the floor snoozing, and he thinks, “I would like to kick you in the you-know-where.” [...]

[...] You are mad at life in general, and now you find our friend upon the floor again; this time, perhaps, he is asleep at a somewhat more important chore that you wanted done. [...]