“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It reminded me of Dr. C’s home in the country.

After school I went home and sat down for a cup of coffee when the phone rang. [...]

[...] (Jane didn’t see her father again—he came from a broken home himself—until she was 21.) By the time Jane was three years old, her mother was having serious problems with rheumatoid arthritis. [...]

[...] Science and philosophy will not agree with any of this, I know—at least for the most part, for I’ve read that there’s never an idea so wild that it can’t find a home in the mind of some scientist or philosopher. [...]

[...] You know now that killing is not practical, since it is being brought home to you in a very practical manner that in the long run he who kills will not survive.

[...] Whereupon John surprised us both by telling us that he was already actively considering such a hobby, had set aside a room in his home for it, and had acquired some equipment. [...]

[...] Jane then received the information, she believes from Seth, to the effect that she might soon be allowed to resume psy-time, but only for fifteen-minute periods, and during the evening when I would be home with her.

[...] It is extremely difficult for me, however, to make you understand quite clearly the role that your own attitudes play—for when issues hit close to home you have both the old tendency to blame the other party or parties for what is involved. [...]

[...] The entire dream was very pleasant, and seemed to be like a home coming.

[...] No sooner had I returned home Thursday after the extractions, than Jane told me Eleanor Friede wanted to visit this Saturday. [...]

[...] Ruburt first of all thought of how he could get his socks and shoes on, but then he tried to overcome those thoughts, and imagine the trip.(Sayre, PA—my home town.)

On topside Joe A may go to church frequently, be kind and considerate to his family, and, say, come home from work every night for supper. [...]

(“If Jane and I had subconsciously accepted the images we projected at York Beach, [they were older] would we have been able to return to our present home, where we are known?”

An occasion also at his home, where five were present. [...]

[...] During last Sunday there was a family gathering at my parents’ home in nearby Sayre, PA. [...]

(A note: Miss Callahan was taken to a home for the elderly a few weeks ago, and has given up her apartment in this house, etc. [...]

[...] A possible distant connection: At the end of her second day of teaching Jane was given a ride home by a next-door neighbor who is also a teacher. [...]

[...] One day while driving about town he felt strongly that he should return home. [...]

(But he did drive home. [...]

[...] I am speaking of a psychic environment only, and of a home situation on her part which has deeply colored her activities, and which regulates her relationships.

[...] “When you get home,” I added, “we’ll throw away all of your old clothes in the closet and buy new ones.” [...]

[...] Someday I’ll see you at home.)

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. [...]

[...] The framework was loosely set up back in that time, however, when for a while, again, you toyed with the idea, for such symptoms would “justify” your staying home even part- time to paint. [...]

[...] When I got home at 11:45 I washed several windows at Jane’s request; they certainly needed it. [...]

(He died on November 5, 1976, while at home with us. [...]

[...] I couldn’t go because of my own work, so Jane attended the conference with Cyril Kornbluth [now deceased], a friend and a well-known writer who lived near our home in Sayre, Pennsylvania.