“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] [The greenery this spring is unbelievably lush.] Then I wheeled her back in the house. [...]

[...] [In them, incidentally, I mentioned the destruction of Elmira’s Walnut Street Bridge; the old steel span had crossed the Chemung River half a block from our apartment house. [...]

[...] The Christmas tree and all the decorations have been dismantled; the house is cleaned to some extent, and the copyedited version of Volume 2 of “Unknown” Reality has been returned to Prentice-Hall. [...]

[...] I stopped at their house to get the spaghetti for tomorrow’ s supper. [...]

[...] I didn’t feel like hanging around the house until 9:45 — the service was at 10:00 — so I told Margaret Bumbalo I’d run down to the hospital to see Jane first, then walk over. [...]

[...] The house was exceptionally quiet this evening; we could hear a light rain. [...]

[...] In many cases the poor were saved, for most of the old homes and apartment houses survived while the newer ranch-style homes could not stand the onslaught of the water. [...]

[...] If you did not really approve of Prentice as a publisher, then he wondered seriously whether he should follow through with a new house, and with the hopes that Eleanor offered. [...]

The entire idea of changing houses involved treachery to him, as he interpreted it—Eleanor’s remarks, that is, implied moral dishonesty, Yet still he was tempted, mainly because he wondered if Prentice was taking advantage of him.

[...] You may “awaken” in your house, for example. [...]

[...] Instead of “coming to” in your home, however, you may instead become alert in another location, a town, another house or unfamiliar place where checking against usual circumstances is nearly impossible.

[...] A woman came out of a house nearby to watch. [...]

A row of apartment houses. [...]

(Jane’s ESP class for Tuesday evening, February 25, took place the day after the 739th session was held, and was her last one before we began preparing for our move to the hill house. [...]

A man showed himself a man, say, by getting paid every Friday night, coming home after a stop at the pub with coins jingling in his pocket, to give his wife the house money for the week. [...]

[...] Now, she being uniquely herself, is more than pleased with your situation: a good house in a fine neighborhood, and who cares where the money comes from (with more than a little humor)? [...]

[...] Finally I tried to reach out and envelop the feeling of the houses and trees on either side of me — to sense them as if by inner touch, as I passed each one by.

Who do I share this image with?
What ghost haunts this house?
I smile and reach for a cup of tea
And motions beyond my will begin.
My fingers move smoothly out
And lift the curving spoon.
With just the proper touch
They pick the china saucer up.
Yet I have nothing to do with this.
Who moves the cup? [...]

“I dreamed that I was in the kitchen of the hill house, in Elmira, crouched down just inside the room’s glass storm door, which was closed. [...]

[...] The room didn’t look much like our living room at the hill house. [...]

I will at some time go into the reasons why all of you chose that house and the flood situation, for it fit into your joint and private purposes. [...] They served as house parents to some degree.

[...] If you dream of or yearn for a new house in physical life, for instance, it may take some time before that ideal is realized, even though such a strong intent will most certainly bring about its physical fulfillment. The same desire in the dreaming state, however, may lead to the instant creation of such a house as far as your dream experience is concerned. [...]

[...] Jane was not as well dissociated as usual, she said; running water somewhere in the house annoyed her while she was speaking. [...]

[...] Let Ruburt read over these last sessions closely, and the house-cleaning procedures should be carried out when it is practical. [...]

He felt guilty incidentally to some extent last weekend at leaving the house and putting off guests, as well he should, for his reasons were wrong.

[...] She had been watching for my house lights to go on. [...]

[...] It is much better that the books compete in such a fashion with the other material of your times, rather than be published, say, by a specialty house, or coddled along the way, for we speak to all of those people.