“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

([Janice:] “When I get home I probably won’t relax, I keep wondering why I am still blocking...”)

[...] They would be a commonplace in the animal world, for instance; witness the quick deaths of certain newborn kittens in a litter (as Jane and I have); or consider the puppy in an animal shelter, or pound, certain to be put to death in a few days if no one gives it a home. [...]

[...] There were other homes about, but each one had a feeling of privacy amid its thick insulation of trees. [...]

Rob’s father has developed hardening of the arteries and is in a nursing home. [...]

[...] Suddenly I “knew” that the house was an hallucination she had created, a replica of her childhood home, and I knew that she did not realize she was dead.

[...] Our files contain statements from two brothers in California, for example, asserting that Seth correctly described their home and neighborhood while I spoke for him in Elmira, New York, some three thousand miles away. [...]

CHAPTER
SEVEN:

Out-of-Body Episodes—
I Pop into a Taxi
While My Body Stays at Home

[...] Because he is trying to be so understanding our man inhibits the expression of many of the normal irritations that would serve as a natural system of communication between, say, his superior and himself at work, or perhaps with the members of his family at home.

[...] Del was about 48 when the picture was taken in the backyard of their home in Santa Monica, California, and Maxine was 38 or 39. [...]

[...] This is her first day home, and she has begun to paint our apartment by way of diversion.

[...] This does not mean he does not enjoy discussing his work with others, with individuals or small groups, carefully chosen or at home, or that he does not enjoy reading poetry, say, on those occasions. [...]

[...] Instead, they called later from their home to say that they were just beginning their trip, and would stop on their way.

[...] You imagined, for example, a heartbeat pulse of that nature simply to bring the idea home to you. [...]

They are saying to you: “Once I made you leave your home town and your parents out of my erraticism. [...]

[...] Otherwise the new kind of consciousness would always run back to its home for security and comfort. [...]

[...] A tree might be reminiscent of one that grew by your family home. [...]

[...] “If Jane and I had subconsciously accepted those images, would we have been able to return home, where we’re known? [...]

Any normal home life is denied him; and along with the overall concentration upon the problem at hand, all other stimuli is purposely held to a minimum. [...]

(Then, Jane in the same dream found herself in an old persons’ home. [...]

(After lunch today Jane and I were visited by our old friend David Yoder, who’s been in Florida recuperating from the heart bypass surgery he underwent early this year.¹ David brought news that was at first startling, then quickly developed into several conflicting emotions and ideas for us: He’d just learned from a relative of hers that a few weeks ago Mrs. Steffans [not her real name], the wife of the couple we’d purchased the hill house from in March 1975, had committed suicide at her home in a Western state while her husband was away on a business trip.

I’ve also helped in the construction, so to speak, of Ruburt’s [psychic] library,⁴ and I hope that he will be able to meet me there, in surroundings in which he feels confident and at home, and yet on neutral ground. [...]