“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Many of the people who come here come home in the ways that [members of a physical] family attend a reunion.

[...] And later today she wrote: “Driving home with Rob for example, I felt the earth support the road which supported the tires and the car. [...]

[...] I know she was up at this time because she woke me getting back into bed, and told me the second cat had come home. [...]

[...] And I think that in its way each life form must know that and love its home, and has no desire to change or destroy it.

[...] Interesting, that Frank Corio had been instrumental in bringing the Millers back to their favorite neighborhood, when in a city the size of Elmira there are at any time a number of homes for sale in “desirable” neighborhoods, including “ours.”

[...] Shortly afterward, while working at home, Marian felt what she called a compulsive urge to telephone this teacher and make peace with her; Marian found herself picking up the telephone before she realized what she was doing. [...]

(This reminded Jane and me that during Saturday evening, Marilyn had described to us how her young son had discovered what fun there was to the universal game of hanging by his mother’s apron strings, as she tried to go about her duties in the trailer home in nearby Wellsburg, NY.

Then my visitor sat with my husband,
And smiled out through my eyes at the cat.
With me out of the way, he seemed quite at home.
“Good evening. [...]

[...] She had finally been taken to another nursing home, and once again she entered my psychic life as she withdrew more and more from ordinary concerns.

[...] It reposed in my jacket pocket in our front room closet; I had brought it home several days ago, then forgot about it, not having worn the jacket since. [...]

(Monday night Peggy attended a cocktail party in a private home in Washington. [...]

An unscheduled social engagement, not in a private home but a public place.

[...] One night, really angry at not hearing from him, I did go with Rob to a nearby bar—only to rush home at the last minute so as not to miss the session!

[...] At the same time, Iran’s mullahs want a continuing war with Iraq to help consolidate their total power; they do not want victorious, high-ranking military leaders back home from the front to challenge their undisputed power (as internal resistance groups like the Mujahedin-e Khalq are doing). [...]

Sometime after I came home from college in 1967, I first noticed that my right shoulder hurt when I lifted it up — classic bursitus symptoms, I’ve since learned. [...]

[...] In its natural form this is not a morbid, frightened, neurotic, or cowardly attempt to escape life, but a definite, positive, “healthy” acceleration of the desire for survival, in which the individual strongly wants to leave physical life as once the child wanted to leave the parent’s home.

(Bill’s ulcer was still not bothering him, and he was still free of symptoms at 1:20 AM when Peggy and he left for home. [...]

[...] Such an art, pursued, trains the mind in a new kind of consciousness — one that is equally at home in either [exterior or interior] existence, well grounded and secure in each.”

[...] We expect to receive from Prentice-Hall the page proofs for the book, for our review, any day now.) In her poetry the young Jane was using ideas akin to reincarnation before she even knew the word—subject matter that was strongly disapproved of by the Catholic priests who visited Jane and her bedridden mother at home.