“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Moving to this house, (any house),brought those hidden demands into some prominence, and then the second man’s idea of a householder were further laid upon our first man’s shoulders. [...]

[...] In one way the family’s treatment of her like a child is accepted, for it provides the thrust for independence in the same way that a child wants to grow up and leave the house. [...] In a way she wants to be free of the house of life that she has literally formed, to find a new endeavor … to begin anew. [...]

(Long pause.) You kept your own studio apart, say, from the house’s living areas. [...]

[...] I’d sacrifice this house and live in a cheap apartment on Water Street again, if it would help, and we just had royalty money to live on.” [...]

[...] When she returned to the house she saw her body upon the floor … Her husband remarried seven months later. [...]

Then Seth told Rob to imagine a man looking at a tree in the near distance on an ordinary street, with intervening houses and sidewalks.

Using the inner senses, it would be as if, instead of seeing the various houses, our man felt them. [...]

[...] While she was giving the envelope data some snow broke loose from a steep third floor roof of the house, and came crashing down on a porch roof not far from our living room; the house shook. [...]

[...] No one came up the stairs of our apartment house while this data was being given. [...]

[...] A rather strong northerly wind periodically rattled the house’s metal blinds. The whole creative intimacy of our hill house was one that we’d enjoyed many times; we desperately wanted to return to that same ambience many more times.

Indeed, I didn’t learn that Jane had made the tape until five weeks later, after she’d returned to our hill house from the hospital: I found it on March 30, amid others in her writing room. [...]

[...] The recent sale of Oversoul Seven to an English publishing house for an unbelievable $100, and Prentice’s recent notice to us of a possible sale of Seth Speaks for translation and publishing by a German house for only $300 bothered me greatly; I just couldn’t believe that so little money was available in Europe, no matter what Prentice told us. [...]

You did well today, encouraging him in his house walking. [...]

[...] Unknown to me Jane’s jaw began to bother her as she left the house.

Most of this was very conscious at various times, but your view of suburbia (when we went house hunting with a realtor the other day) helped to bring it into focus. [...]

[...] Tomorrow Jane calls the paper to place our ad about a house. [...]

[...] I didn’t get to their house until after 7:30 because I’d been trying to help Jane get more comfortable. [...]

[...] The house was quiet except for the rumble of the furnace. [...]

[...] There was fog on the way up Coleman Avenue toward the hill house.

The plants in a house are also quite aware of the growing fetus; the plants will also pick up the fact that a member of the family is ill, often in advance of physical symptoms. [...]

(The day was brilliant and very warm — almost 80 degrees when I left the house for 330. [...]

On the most mundane level, but highly important, a walk each day, if only around the house, and suggestions as given morning and evening.

(It was rather quiet in the studio, though I could hear Jane’s typewriter, but through the closed doors the sound was muffled and rather steady, and the rest of the house was quiet. [...]

[...] Everything in it, while retaining its own size to my vision, became microscopically small and dear, like a child’s model of a world — but one that was real and living, with my rooms inside one of the innumerable toy houses. [...]

[...] For suddenly I felt being-in-God as being-in-a-house. [...]

(One section of the session was missed by me entirely, since I had left the house thinking the session over. [...]

You were also highly involved with what was going on in the country at the time, where in the life immediately previous you cared little for any but your immediate family, and rarely moved beyond your house. [...]

[...] The party at a girl’s house. [...]

Her whole reality is far greater, and she is endeavoring to put these memories in place, in perspective, as you would put furniture into a new house. [...]

[...] Persons may have been contacted to care for the house during the time of absence. [...]

[...] There may also have been a connection with the house in Sayre.

[...] A connection with a fabric, and something to do with wood, and a house. [...]

[...] The house can be our own, the several people of course Jane and me and Bill and Peggy Gallagher; the Gallaghers were with us Saturday night when I picked the label as a test object.