“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Trust the body, I thought to myself as I drove home: It knows what it’s doing, and how to do it, without any help from “us.” [...]

[...] Also, you knew very well that the Sumari were coming home and so you approximated in  your own terms the sound of the Sumari as it presently exists. [...]

[...] Probabilities involve you with a rich psychological growth and development, present but not observable in your “home ground.” [...]

[...] Seth said the reason I am bothered more at home than at work, where I feel remarkably good, is that the house dust in the apartment reminds me of house dust at home, and of my mother, when I was a child.

(After tonight’s session Jane said she vaguely remembers a small plot of grass and vegetables, bordered by flowers, maintained by her grandfather in the backyard of her home in Saratoga Springs, NY. [...]

[...] You do not understand the multiple reality of your own thoughts or thought forms, and you are not able to follow them out of your own mental home. [...]

[...] The day staff made the decision that I’d probably buy an ice cream log for their Christmas party, at which many goodies will be served; I’ll get to take some home also. [...]

(Over the weekend Bill and Peggy Gallagher agreed to try mutual concentration upon a single object in their home at session times. [...]

[...] I had mentioned the drawing to Jane several weeks ago, but not since, and of course she did not know I had brought it home. [...]

[...] Claire and Carl are young college students, and were home for Thanksgiving vacation. [...]

[...] I personally did not think we were unappreciative of what had taken place this evening, but Seth proceeded to drive the point home rather unmercifully, I thought at the time. [...]

[...] We think that every reader of this book has benefited, and still does, from animal experimentation, some of it most cruel, in ways that he or she can hardly suspect, let alone specify: even benefiting from the use of animals in the study of medical and chemical, beauty and recreational products that can be found in practically every home in the country. Jane and I live in one of those homes. [...]

[...] Imagine your paintings in homes, in different environments, with people enjoying them. [...]

This does not mean you cannot have a home where there is no traffic, and where it is still. [...]

[...] I hadn’t been home and he’d left a card on the porch floor; eventually I’d answered it. [...]

Here the ego cannot go, but it can benefit from the information that is given to it, and perhaps in time even a shadow of the ego may pass through that strange land, and feel in some small way at home.

[...] Jane said this reminded her of a fish; she had the hilarious image of Margaret’s gulping mouth sending her calls out in physical ripples through the air, to envelop Susy and draw her home.

[...] Initially, that may simply involve taking care of your children at home. [...]

[...] Jane’s mother is a bedridden arthritic in a nursing home at Middle Grove, NY. [...]

[...] The nursing home or hospital in which Jane’s mother is cared for is also actually in the country, outside the small town of Middle Grove,NY. [...]

[...] Bill Macdonnel left for home because his cold had tired him out. [...]

[...] Again, John said the initial V meant nothing in particular to him, but when he returned home he planned to do what he could to ascertain just what did take place three doors from his own place, to a woman with at least two children, or who is connected somehow with children. [...]

Ruburt is correct: you would not have been happy in your mother’s old home, with beliefs and situations as they are; but on your part as well as Ruburt’s. The people who moved there did so for a reason, and they will bring “new blood” to the neighborhood.

[...] You need the feeling of a portion of your home open for classes, or guests, while a separate portion is private. [...]

[...] The house had once been a luxurious private home. [...]

[...] I’m running errands for David, and eventually will be taking him home from the hospital.

[...] While he lived in one house, still the home itself was always in jeopardy. [...]

[...] In the convent home, as you know, letters were censored, and only positive statements got through the censor. [...]

[...] Now, if you and Ruburt could agree on the sort of home you would like, and if you dreamed of it and thought about it specifically, you would have it.

[...] Instead if you find yourself thinking consciously about the limitations of your apartment, you would then substitute an image of this home, you would automatically be bettering your condition rather than maintaining it.

[...] I’d explained to her when I came in today that last night when I got home I’d found a dead chipmunk lying on the carpet near the coffee table. [...]