“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] So here again the penis difficulty, for he sat home full time writing, while you work part time, and yet he has not made all that money.

[...] He picked up the feeling that although you wanted him home writing, you were also envious and resentful. [...]

The sinus is made worse by heat, because at home he always wanted to open the windows and escape, and could not. [...]

[...] Without your help he feels guilty, staying home. [...]

Of course, many of the difficulties are caused by the environment, and the sooner he can return home the better, regardless of how presumptive this may seem.

[...] I want her to live — with me, at home, working and singing. [...]

[...] The ape was at home in the library, and his face was compassionate. [...] On another level, because the ape was in the library, compassionate and understanding, Ruburt was seeing symbolically the force of his own physical nature, quite at home with itself, and at home in the psychic library of the mind.

[...] Then I remember that it is nearly lunchtime, and Rob will be home. I decide to go home myself and then return to look at these apartments.

(When I pulled into the driveway at home, John Bumbalo came walking out of his garage with a large piece of lemon pie for me. [...] She’d called John as I drove home.)

[...] At that point you are tuned in precisely on your “home station.” [...] When you begin to travel away from that home station, you become more aware of the other frequencies⁴ that are buried within it. [...]

[...] The information cannot be sifted or used effectively and is translated into dream images, as your consciousness returns toward your own home station. [...]

[...] Such realities therefore always exist — in your own psyche — outside of your “home station,” and some portion of your own consciousness is always involved in them. [...]

[...] For the sake of imagery, you can imagine your normal consciousness as your connection with this home planet — the familiar station that you tune in to every day. [...]

[...] The private context was the home, when you had classes. [...]

[...] I found myself reviving Jane’s hesitation on the jungle gym at the park on the lake at Rochester; we’d stopped there on our way home from Oswego, and brother Dick had taken us to the lake.

[...] And I knew we were going to go home and start that series of tests for Doctor Instream....”

The entire environment concerning your brothers’ homes, and the implications, always upset Ruburt, for he sensed that influence.

[...] This material is at home, and will be reviewed when we get there.)

[...] At home the stairs are the symbols. [...]

[...] Some long time ago your own belief that good work could not be financially relied upon put up enough of a barrier so that Ruburt became frightened about his own work (a fact I have long suspected, and recently discussed with Jane), and set up a physical situation that would force him to stay home, literally, work, and prevent him from trying any longer those other avenues that you were still adopting. [...]

The symptoms also cut down distractions to insure that he did work while at home. [...]

[...] Your mother was ashamed of your father’s being home, for example. [...]

[...] “It would be nice if I got home by Christmas,” she said. [...]

(Her progress is excellent now, but home in two months? [...]

[...] She asked me to take some of it home so no one could tell she hadn’t eaten much, but I told her no one checks the trays; there are no names on them, for one thing. I did bring home some goodies for Billy and Mitzi. [...]

(While Jane and I were on vacation in Florida in July, I rather severely sunburned my feet; I had trouble walking for several days, but was able to drive home on schedule. [...]

[...] You used suggestion to control it, so that it was severe enough to suit your purposes, and yet not so severe that you could not make it home when you wanted to.

[...] The mother may even go out after the child in a projection, and bring it home. [...]

[...] She ate a good lunch, and so did I. Jane gave me a bag of unshelled peanuts that I brought home for the squirrels.

(While we talked, and as I wrote some of these notes for typing when I got home, I suddenly began to understand my dream of last night. [...]

If you treat her as a desirable woman, you will find a difference in your home atmosphere. [...]

[...] She needs drama, within the framework of the home, and she wants this from you. [...]

[...] A priest gave a short talk at the funeral home, leading it off, maybe for shock value, by telling us that sooner or later every one of us would experience the same thing Joe Bumbalo had. [...]

(At the funeral home a friend had told me he didn’t know how Jane and I stood it after all this time. [...]

(This morning [and last night when I got home] the furnace was making so much noise that I called our plumber to come check it out. [...]

[...] Ironic indeed, I thought as I drove home, if the broken leg would serve as the last, final impetus toward clearing our psyches of the last of the old, damaging beliefs, so that the new synthesis can finally take place: the body can heal itself …

[...] As science advances on various planes the inhabitants learn to travel between planes occasionally, while carrying with them the [camouflage] manifestations of their home stations …

What they do is take quick glimpses of your plane — and hold in mind that the saucer or cigar shape [often] seen on your planet is a bastard form having little relation to the structure as it is at home base.

[...] When I visited Dr. Colucci on January 11 he told me that about a week previously, probably on Sunday, January 2,1966, he had been unable to make the climb up the icy road leading to his home outside Elmira. Dr. Colucci lives on top of a long steep hill, yet this was the first time in three years, he said, that he had been unable to drive home. [...]

[...] Dr. Colucci had trouble climbing the road to his home, and we had trouble climbing the road to the Gallagher home.

[...] Jane said that since the session today she realized she’d been worrying about three things: 1. Getting home for Thanksgiving. 2. Getting home for Christmas. [...]

Even in the most dire of instances, some patients suddenly fall in love, or something in their home environment changes, and the person also seems to change overnight — while again the disease is gone.

(Long pause at 3:49.) Instead of the drama I just outlined, you may instead see invading armies, attacking home troops. [...]