“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] In this state such an individual will also be obsessed with earthly concerns, and wander perhaps bewildered throughout his own home or surroundings. [...]

[...] And oh, yes, both of us also did a lot of ordinary living, such as moving and getting settled in our new home and entertaining friends now and then. [...]

[...] It reflects and rereflects through millions of homes the giant dreams and fears, the hopes and terrors of events in the most private individual.

[...] One young lady wanted to quit her job, stay at home, and immerse herself in “psychic work,” hoping that her part in changing the world could be accomplished in that manner. [...]

[...] Perhaps Seth will be able to tune in on the bizarre event involving the Gallaghers before they return home.

[...] We were not sure but thought they might be on the way home from Puerto Rico by now. [...]

[...] She’s selling her home and leaving the valley; she has a painting I gave her years ago that she wants me to have back, so Jane and I will probably make the trip to Athens, PA this Sunday. [...]

[...] At home that evening she questioned her subconscious with the old pendulum technique, and learned she had left the package in the dressing room of a certain store—one which had already said no package had been found.

([Gene]: “And all that, in spite of which you’re already home?”)

[...] So did your home. [...]

[...] But would society—could it—transport him all the way home to Denver, were he telling the truth about his origins? [...]

[...] He knew it was time to return to the body, and he decided to stay out of it despite the nature of inclination to return, and so he made a nightmare for himself to frighten himself home like the errant boy that he was. [...]

[...] He called Jane last Friday from his home in Bridgehampton, New York; he wanted some insights into his writing of Seagull; Richard attended ESP class last night, and heard Seth, Sumari, etc. [...]

[...] In the past as given, he wanted to prove to you that he was working at home while you worked outside. [...]

[...] And the Sumari have a way of looking in on their own now and then and coming home. [...]

[...] During her first weeks home, I seldom slept more than two hours at a time: It seemed that I was always getting up to check the dressings on her decubiti, to adjust her pillows, to help make her more comfortable on the motor-driven, pulsating air mattress we’d finally settled upon as the best recommended support available. [...]

[...] Jane went into trance as easily as ever, but her Seth voice contained the same underlying tremor I’ve noticed on a number of occasions since she’s returned home. [...]

[...] They are on their way, or rather, have just arrived at the home of the woman who lives in this town. [...]

The web is a work of art, the spider’s home, and the source of his food as well. [...]

[...] Like an adolescent leaving home for the first time, individualized consciousness was also somewhat homesick, and returned often to the family homestead—but gradually gained confidence and left finally to form a [universe].

There is a study, I believe, in your home—try making love there.