“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I did not want to keep you all up too late, and there are those of you who are anxious to go home. [...]

(Over the phone BT told Jane the building description reminded her of a new building that had just gone up across the street from her home address, in the city. [...]

[...] You could not bear to sit at home. [...]

[...] Your father’s condition frightened him because of the mother’s old suggestions of losing the mind, and of course the nursing home environment that represents to him the mother’s environment.

[...] See the summary of the unscheduled 247th session, which was held at the home of our landlady, Marian Spaziani. [...]

[...] John could offer us no confirmation on Seth’s data concerning John’s home office in Chicago. [...]

[...] The first was on Friday evening, December 23,1966, at the home of the Gallaghers, with the four of us present. [...]

[...] At the same time you say how good it would be to just take a job and come home when it was finished—a self-deception. [...]

[...] (The new threats being the death of my mother; our freedom to travel, now that we have finished Personal Reality; the absence from home and the interruption of routine, etc., as we talked about tonight.) Reading our book however kept some improvements alive, and it was but a matter of time before he would read again the sessions of work that I gave him (as Jane did today). [...]

[...] There are other situations, therefore, in which consciousness ordinarily strays much further, returning to the body as a home station and basis of operation, relying upon it for certain kinds of perception only, but not depending upon it for the entire picture of reality. [...]

(On Tuesday the veterinarian told us by telephone that Billy was better, that “probably” we could take him home the following afternoon; I was to call before making the drive across town, though. [...]

(At the time of this session Mother is visiting my brother Loren in Tunkhannock, Pennsylvania for a couple of weeks, and cannot visit Father in the county home at Burlington, Pennsylvania.)

[...] The author wrote in English, and her appreciation of the work Jane and I are trying to do is amazingly similar to certain letters we receive from readers here at home. [...]

[...] Those forces or consciousnesses must also constantly replenish themselves: Iran’s religious leaders devoutly nourish their country’s hatred for the United States, while here at home no less than six separate teams or commissions have begun investigations—on private, state, and federal levels—of what went wrong at Three Mile Island. [...]

[...] Jane, John and I then journeyed to the home of the Gallaghers, where the session was to be held. [...]

[...] The farm, the house now owned by Virginia’s brother, seems like home to her. [...]

[...] He also wanted you so see how hard he was working, so that you would not resent his being at home. [...]

She also feels that because he has been so busy he has been away from home more often, and because of his worries, less attentive. [...]

[...] In those days the Buttses didn’t think in such terms, for one thing; for another, I was absent from the family home in Sayre for much of that time. [...]

In the dream (of March 29) Bill Gallagher offers to take you out to dinner, and you say you have good food at home. [...]

(Jane and I were back home from visiting Miss Callahan, in the hospital, by 8:30. [...]