“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I cannot trust some of you to work at home. [...]

(I did not write it down earlier, but we thought Seth had referred to the home of my parents and the house next door. The connection is far-out: My brother, father of the Protestant bride who married a Catholic, was at my parents’ home Sunday; the people who live next door are Catholic.

[...] We visited him last Sunday at my parents’ home, in Sayre, PA, and he had expected to have the color prints with him; however they had not arrived from the processor yet, to our disappointment and his.

[...] They were so pressed for time on this particular weekend that the day of the wedding was changed from Sunday, January 23, to Saturday, January 22, so that they could return to their home in time for work Monday, January 24. [...]

[...] Since their home is in the country, and not even close to any other house, the car couldn’t be connected to anyone outside the Colucci family. [...] This is the somewhat complicated sequence of events here: Marie Colucci took the train to her parents’ home in New Jersey, and drove her mother back to Elmira in the parental automobile. [...]

[...] On a visit to their home this summer we met Marie’s mother, in Elmira on a visit from New Jersey. [...]

(We thought this connection with “a trip by train” might be the distant connection referred to by Seth, when we remembered that while Marie Colucci’s mother had been visiting in Elmira, the mother’s husband died of a heart attack at home in New Jersey, while bowling. [...]

(A light rain had begun just before I left 330, but it quickly turned into a downpour as I drove home. [...]

[...] In many cases the poor were saved, for most of the old homes and apartment houses survived while the newer ranch-style homes could not stand the onslaught of the water. [...]

Urban renewal projects ripped up the homes of the poor and destroyed older established neighborhoods. [...]

(We talked about her home environment, and how in 1965 the young psychologist at Dr. Instream’s hypnosis symposium had rearoused her fears, and my own upsets. [...]

(Jane began to cry when she recounted the time at home a few years ago when she couldn’t get up and on her feet — finally reaching that point of helplessness. [...]

[...] When Jane and I were on our way to the home of the Gallaghers, who live on top of a steep and long hill outside Elmira, the car lost power, then stalled out on the hill. [...] We arrived home safely but the car would not start up again.

[...] This is speculation: Loren’s model railroad layout is built at waist-high level in the cellar of his home in Tunkhannock, PA. [...]

[...] On a Sunday after a noon dinner at my parent’s home Jane, myself, Loren and my father went down to the photographic studio.

[...] When I returned home the sensations did also. [...]

Think of the slides shown today (by Loren) of postcard Tunkhannock, Pennsylvania, USA, home of conventional, American, Protestant values. [...]

A man showed himself a man, say, by getting paid every Friday night, coming home after a stop at the pub with coins jingling in his pocket, to give his wife the house money for the week. [...]

[...] In the beginning the experiments would involve such simple procedures as having the Gallaghers, while at their home, focus upon objects Jane and I have not seen, at appointed hours during sessions held in our own home.)

Such an informal meeting as I have suggested, perhaps on Ruburt’s home ground, again, would reinforce such rapport. [...]

[...] It wasn’t until we returned home Friday afternoon that I began to see how upset Jane had become by thoughts of arthritis, vasculitis, angiograms, clots, drugs, operations, etc. [...]

(Then Sunday morning on their way back home from Geneva, NY, Rusty and Hal stopped again, since we’d told them to do so. [...]

[...] Working home meant working home, so he shut down impulses that might make him become distracted ,or want to go out when others were working.

[...] The garden and grounds now about the personality’s present home, are replicas of gardens laid out by the same personality in the Spanish era. [...]

[...] Emolene Frazer now left, but before she did she described her present home to us in some detail, since Jane and I have not seen it. [...]

[...] I explained to Jane some thoughts I’d had in bed last night—that her returning home in reasonably good shape would solve all of our major challenges at this time: her career, income, insurance problems, physical freedom, the ability to travel if we chose—all of them, freeing us to start leading some sort of more-or-less normal lifestyle. [...]

(I went shopping at SuperDuper on the way home tonight, and ate a late supper. [...]

(This afternoon I brought Mitzi home from the vet. [...]

[...] In the home, the Catholic asylum, he was often punished for noncomformity. [...]

Regardless of your attitudes, perhaps, those men do not think you both strange for working at home. [...]

In that way of thinking, the symptoms gave him the opportunity to stay home and produce, and yet also served to keep you in a line of importance, for it would be obvious that his success was also dependent upon your help—and other nefarious connections that all fit in.

[...] Then she said that as a young child she was always uneasy at home when it was too quiet—that those were the times when she worried about what her mother was up to. [...]

[...] A king could travel through his own lands and not be recognized if he wanted it that way, for no television screen flashed his image into the homes of his people. [...]

[...] Peering at it from this angle, so to speak, you would not recognize it as your own home system. [...]

[...] Bill is in the process, incidentally, of moving out of his parents’ home and into a studio and apartment in downtown Elmira, where he is going to live and at the same time maintain an art gallery. [...]

[...] I dreamed in color that Jane and I had moved back to Sayre, Pennsylvania — my home town — to Mrs. Potter’s old apartment at 317 S. Elmer Avenue. [...]

[...] Not as badly as last night, though, when I’d had to be quite careful driving home.