“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] This year’s cool August air blew through the house, and I tightened my sweater. [...]

Spring night; my first husband and I just pulled up in front of my mother’s house; the rushing sounds of a car pulling in ahead of us. [...]

[...] Ed had recognized my husband’s car and followed us, asking us to go to his house to meet his new work partner, Rob, when I was finished visiting with my mother.

[...] He imagined the couple at the house, and surprised himself by thinking that he might indeed call them later in the day and invite them down for the evening, even though she and Joseph [Rob] had both decided against guests that weekend.

(About the children: Two boys in particular meet at John’s house to go to school with John’s two boys, His son, John, is in the third grade. [...]

[...] Perhaps a connection with spring: A stone structure, a house, I believe, a strange tree, the word hycynthia.

[...] Both John’s and the sister-in-law’s houses are on corners. [...]

[...] The rain resounded against the metal awnings sheltering the windows on the west side of the house—sounding, Jane said, as though we were in “a supertent....”)

If you were pleased with your work right now the chores of the house would scarcely take your notice. [...]

[...] And the results will seem as miraculous, as this house might have, had you suddenly been transported to it ten years ago.

(A magnificent Seckel pear tree, well over two stories tall, used to grow on the property west of our apartment house. [...] Last year the owner of the house next door, a professional man, had the tree cut down to make room for a parking lot. [...]

[...] Some can be used as casements to house original experiences, as methods of deception therefore rather than illumination. [...]

[...] Across the street is the white clapboard house of our neighbors, whom we love and who love us. [...] their house. [...]

Occasionally Jane will record a Sumari song when I’m out of the house; I may hear her play it later, but I don’t “bug” her about sharing it with me. [...] Sometimes her singing carries from her writing room at the back of the house, through the kitchen, around the corner and down the hall into my studio. [...]

[...] vague ideas that when I was around five an older man died in the neighboring house where I’d played on the porch and that someone took me to see the body—my first such experience…. [...]

[...] I was busier than ever, however: running the house, preparing for Christmas, helping my wife in various ways, working on the earlier notes for Dreams and trying to accumulate some painting time. [...]

(Early in the morning, Jane said, she had successfully managed to imagine herself back at 458 West Water Street, cleaning the place, washing the windows inside and out, very agilely climbing about—doing all of those things she’d loved to do, even to hosing down the house from the outside. [...]

[...] I was also curious to get some material from Seth on child prodigies, relevant to an atticle I’d just read at the house. [...]

His imagery in hosing down your present house is excellent. [...]

[...] Yet she said that she’d also hosed down the old apartment house, too. [...]

[...] Investigating I see that new people are moving into a back apartment in our apartment house. [...]

(Outside there is still another apartment house that belongs to our landlord. [...]

(“I’ve had a number of dreams about the house in which there was a terrified feeling and the house had an animalistic look, which is contrary to how I feel about it consciously,” I said. [...]

It expresses your fears that the house traps you, and it is a turnabout. The house appears animalistic. [...]

[...] Consciousness generally can be divided into certain characteristics, hardly the number, the small number, presently given to it, for example, in charts, the twelve houses. [...]

(“The remark about objects—did that concern my parents’ house?”)

[...] I have mentioned that we will have a party session in your new house, and I suggest that Philip be invited, for what will be a truly hilarious session.

(For the record, let it be added that although we did go out for beer, we first took John up to the house we plan to buy for a quick inspection of the property. [...]

[...] John parked his car so the headlights illuminated the house to a good degree, and we showed him about as best we could without a key to get inside. [...]

(Jane: 7/15, 11:30 AM: While trying psychological time I began daydreaming about the house we plan to buy. [...]

[...] You have said, I believe, something to the effect that the house or the money meant little in the light of. Ruburt’s condition: meaningless chatter in a way, since if you did not have the money or the house, that would not mean that Ruburt was necessarily in excellent physical condition.

The freedom that the house and the money represent is extremely important to both of you. [...]

[...] A cool breeze moved down the mountain in back of the house.

[...] No one showed up at the house to rake leaves this morning, as promised. [...]

[...] I told her I’m always going to park out front and just walk through the house, but I never do. [...]

Jane’s consciousness had left her sleeping body in the bedroom and traveled to her writing room at the back of the house. [...]

You were mentally wandering through the house, the both of you, and Ruburt caught himself where his mind was—only his physical body was not in the same place. [...]

[...] And possibly stone-type houses, close together, on each side of a street, crowded houses. [...]

A row of apartment houses. [...]

[...] I don’t know just when she’ll make it, but when this session was held she already knew that a return to the house was planned. [...]

[...] On Wednesday Jane had several lower teeth extracted here at the house by Paul O’Neill. [...]

[...] Children build houses of cards and knock them down. [...]

You may even smile at the child’s utter sense of desolation until he finally connects the motion of his own hand with the destruction of the paper, cardboard house that is now gone, and in his eyes gone beyond repair.

[...] When a planetary system is disrupted, in some cases entities who are attracted to it or consider it their home, simply change their form, regroup their forces, and if they consider it worthwhile, put the house back in order.

(When I drove up Coleman Avenue to the hill house last night, I became aware of a strange vibrating, shuddering noise in the car’s underbody. [...]

[...] A nurse came in to tell us the staff is having its Valentine’s Day party next Tuesday noon, and for me not to eat lunch at the house.

She fears, for one thing, that you could run the house more efficiently than she can, and basically that you do not need her. [...]

There seems to be someone, three houses away, a woman with whom your wife could make friendly and profitable contact. [...]