“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] At the same time I saw in my mind’s eye a picture of the house into which she would move. [...]

[...] It was Anna, calling to tell me that her husband had just called to say he had definitely rented a house in Albany. [...]

[...] The information was really that the apartment in the house next door, on the corner, would be vacant. [...]

[...] The county building that houses the License Office is gray white stone with a steeple that definitely makes it look like a church. [...]

[...] He had been closed up in that house over there, and went wild and terrified.

(The house in question, one of those decaying turn-of-the century Victorian piles, had squatted on the corner diagonally across the street from us. [...]

[...] The house has since been torn down.)

[...] You and Ruburt originally called it Katherine, however, when it was still a kitten, and before you finally succeeded in coaxing it into your house. [...]

[...] It is connected with the apartment house. [...]

[...] She had been interviewing people in the apartment house about their ESP experiences. [...]

Beside at least walking around the house, Ruburt is to do five minutes of exercise a day, of his choice; but devote it to the idea of expressing freedom for his body—not absolute freedom, but to experience that feeling. [...]

[...] I left the garage door open for him, as promised, so he could get in the house in the afternoon when I wasn’t there. [...]

The mental exercise of seeing himself vigorously cleaning the apartments at 458 (where we used to live on W. Water Street), or the rooms at the hill house (where we live now), can also be used most advantageously.

(“Why did our landlord sell this house?”)

[...] He sold the house on the one hand to make money, and on the other hand he sold it to do penance because in his own way he loved it. [...]

[...] It was not because he did not care for the house, but because he did care that he sold it.

[...] He is to walk around the house outside, and no further, each day except perhaps for Tuesday. [...]

(Last night, April 12, 1964, I had a brief but very vivid dream, in which I saw one of the big branches of the tree in front of Stamp’s house, around the corner from us, fall to the ground.

[...] I was getting out of a car, with a man, and we were on our way toward a house in which a healer or physician lived. [...]

[...] Our physical effects, even including the hill house and the car, are few. [...]

To make the copies I plan to install equipment here in the house, so that I can work at the job whenever I have a minute. [...]

Ignoring the light, I willed myself to go to the house of the Linden family, across town. [...] It was dark, with no lights on in the house, and I decided to go inside.

[...] I went running out of a house into a landscaped yard, sat down, left that body and went strolling through the yard. [...]

At the end of the park basin are a flight of stone steps leading to another street and an old house in which I once lived for a short time. [...]

[...] When we were there, I had Rob drive around to Linden’s. The house was exactly like it had been in my experience, with the side porch removed and a front one added.

Now: 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 many 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. [...]

[...] This statue, with the row houses to the left and the street light: Following around the curve to the left, you run into a better-sectioned area, up a hill on a broad street now. [...]

[...] While talking about the statue opposite the row houses, she did not see the statue, she said, but was aware of it nevertheless. [...]

[...] But she had images of the row houses behind or beside it. [...]

[...] Your children play with wooden blocks and they make houses. [...] You encourage your children in their creativity, and when they make errors and when you see that their houses will not stand, you do not kick the blocks aside in ire. [...]

[...] But reality is far more than the children’s blocks and the houses that they build in kindergarten. [...]

(For the record, let it be known that our landlord, James Spaziani, has already looked at the house in question. [...] Jimmy told me this afternoon that he had already seen the house.)

[...] I still do not see any difficulty as far as the house and your finances are concerned. [...]

[...] Later, I had a brief glimpse from directly overhead of two men descending into an outside cellarway attached to a house. [...]

I am pleased about the house as you know, and you will both benefit in unknown ways. [...]

Again, I am no banker, but you have nothing to worry about, financially, in your purchase of the house. [...]

[...] I see a date of August thirteen in connection with your house, and final legalities.

I, of course, would suggest “the house of Seth” as a fitting name for your new residence. [...]

These are still impressions: two houses separated by grass. [...]

(“two houses separated by grass.” [...]

(“Were we correct about ‘two houses separated by grass?’”)

(I did not write it down earlier, but we thought Seth had referred to the home of my parents and the house next door. [...]

[...] Of the last few months or so I spent at my mother’s house—when she called me time after time during those spring and summer months of 1950: she wanted her pillows turned, she cried out in rage and pain—and here I was some 30 years later, calling out to Rob (voice breaking) to move my pillows or raise my head. [...]

[...] She was taken directly to the hospital when I called the doctor, and I went back home to that odd, nervous house that felt strangely vacant with her presence gone. [...]

[...] We spend more and more time on affairs connected with symptoms, it seems—and those problems, connected with the construction going on in back of the house, where Frank Longwell is building Jane’s writing room in half of the garage, have combined to cut our production a good deal.

[...] When you found yourselves able to buy a house, however, both of you experienced some conflict because of those beliefs, held over too long.

6.) To begin, I want Ruburt to walk from one end of the house to the other, three times a day.