“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Possibly a reference to the old brick building which houses the Art Shop, on Elmira’s West Water Street. The location is a few blocks down street from our house address. [...]

[...] Our dog sits before the Bronx, NY, house of Jane’s aunt; Jane said she well remembers the peculiar blue and red cast of the bricks. I saw the house once some years ago but have no conscious memory of the brick color.

[...] Suffice it to note that I saw Peg and Bill living in squalor in a crude house on a barge or houseboat, with dirt floors, old furniture, and so forth. [...]

Seeing how fast he can walk—this is another example—in the house, say, away from pressure. [...]

(I’d left the house a little early this noon so that I’d have a bit of extra time to go up to room 522 at the hospital, to see if Joe Bumbalo was there — but he wasn’t. I made the trip again after leaving Jane, and this time found him. [...]

[...] You paint one house within a landscape for example. [...] But two houses will never appear.

Now in the realities of other systems another house, you see, could appear (smile) and another person could appear, and the projecting consciousness would be such a person. [...]

[...] Jane explained that the motion of my hand as I wrote was related to the sounds of automobiles passing the house; the rhythmic noises of her rocker were sensually connected to the feel of her slacks beneath her hand; when she ran a finger down a fold in them “amplified long sound” was produced. [...]

[...] Water running somewhere in the house filled her with a great thrilling. [...]

[...] Mark is good for you both, and in many instances his impulse to get you both out of the house has been a good one.

I am not saying you should always go dancing, but this is an excellent relaxation for you both, and leaving the house or visiting at someone else’s home is also good for you both. [...]

[...] The session was held in our living room rather than in our back room, because of a lawn party being held in back of the house.

[...] It is best that you be in the house with him, Joseph. [...]

(I didn’t linger to confront my own handiwork, but hurried to get my stuff together and leave the house; I wanted to stop at a bank to get a book updated, and I knew this would make me a few minutes late getting to room 330. [...]

[...] The result of this activity is that I find myself focusing on a few things I think really important: Writing, painting, my love for Jane, the sessions, the house, the cats, etc. [...]

(“I must be doing something right,” I said to Jane when I returned to the house, and explained the situation to her. [...]

[...] Jane and I had moved back to 458 W. Water Street, only now the house was much bigger than it really is, had many more apartments in it — they were all in good shape, with numerous stairways connecting them on a split-level layout. [...]

[...] I knew that Jane was in the house somewhere, that she was walking perfectly all right, and that Jim had come to see her, not me. [...]

[...] Why do I have to leave my dear wife alone in the hospital each night, so that I feel like crying for her when I go to bed by myself in the hill house? [...]

[...] In March 1975 we took time out to move from the apartment house in downtown Elmira to our “hill house” just outside the city. [...]

[...] To top off our activities of the moment, we’re having the front porch of the hill house rebuilt — with a new raised floor and screening all around, so that Jane can write there in the summertime. [...] But I have a feeling that the front porch affair isn’t the end of our construction odyssey: Jane has a certain speculative look when she notes that we have but one car — she doesn’t drive — to occupy the large two-car garage attached to the rear of the house. [...]

[...] After we’d talked for a bit she asked, “Do you like our house?”

[...] This noon Paul O’Neill left me at the house Jane’s new lower teeth, so I could take them to her. [...]

[...] To the inner self neither house nor walls exist. [...]

[...] Venice and Howard sold their house on the same day the cancer was found. [...]