“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The yellow-flowered shrubs grow in the front yard of the hill house.

[...] When I gave a rough estimate, she said that ruled out applying for something called Hill-Burton funds for payment toward the insurance bill, I believe. [...]

[...] We held the last class in February 1975, as we prepared to move to the hill house from our downtown apartments.)

[...] I love the way wildlife abounds in the area of the hill house. [...]

[...] Our house on the hill is so well-insulated that we heard the weather’s assaults as though from a great distance, except for an occasional sharp clatter from one of the metal window awnings as its slats vibrated in a blast of icy wind. [...]

[...] But now that her editor, Tam Mossman, has scheduled a visit to us at the hill house in a couple of weeks [on April 10, to be exact], Jane feels that she wants to study what she’s done on Seven Two, go over it with Tam, and perhaps take up work on it again.)

[...] I’ve also been painting several hours a day, recording dreams, writing extensive notes on a variety of subjects, filing reference material I’d let pile up, and, lately, working in the yard of our hill house each day.)

[...] Seth stated that Jimmy inadvertently disposed of the cover “either someplace on his own property or in a public dumping area, whichever area is by a hill, and it is still there.” [...] Jimmy states that the area is all small hills, and covers many acres. [...]

As for myself, I think I’ve had some good results keeping informed through the dream state about people and events in my home town of Sayre, which lies just across the New York State border in Pennsylvania, and is only 18 miles from the hill house in Elmira. [...]

[...] At nap time I’d had a very vivid dream in which I was driving a new blue pickup truck down a hill. [...]

[...] The woman, in a past life, was once a man (pause), Italian, in a hill village. [...]

(Due to the work involved in hanging my first one-man show of paintings, at Harris Hill Inn, last night’s regularly scheduled session was not held.

[...] In any case, Jane and I were safe and dry on our little hill this time — a far cry from our experiences in the great flood of 1972, as described in The Nature of Personal Reality. [...]

[...] Two women ran over the hills, and I followed them. I had no idea who the women were, but I decided to see whether I could leap from the ground in this state to the top of one of the hills. [...]

[...] A connection with a view of hills, and with four people. [...]

A connection with dark hill shapes. [...]

[...] Now in the desired state I had several short experiences where I was gliding along different highways, up and down hills, around curves, etc. [...]

[...] Driving or gliding along river road just north of Chemung NY, with fence on my right so that I could not get off the road, I saw sweeping down the hill some distance ahead of me a big tractor-trailer truck—on the wrong side of the road. [...]

[...] Because of the conventional ranch-style floor plan of the hill house, our bedroom is isolated from the front and back doors; we reach it at the end of a hall opening off the living room. [...]

[...] From the valley south of our hill house intermittent barrages of fireworks had sounded during the session, and even now crackled anew. [...]

[...] You said that Benny Hill (the English comedian) advertises his beliefs in his program, and in the same way your notes in our books advertise your own beliefs, and provide an example of a creative and also reasonable framework in which to interpret psychic behavior. [...]

(“Very vivid, and in color as usual: I dreamed that I was in the kitchen of our hill house in Elmira, preparing to go outside into the back yard. [...]