“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I have a feeling that I was only about 2 years old or other and that they got the kids last, or at least me, and I have the feeling that the house was pretty much on fire. [...]

[...] Jane writes there often — with the garage doors open — so that she can enjoy the view of the hills at the back of the house.)

[...] It was a stone house with a fireplace; September, damp and foggy in the afternoon, about four o’clock. [...]

[...] “I see houses and a couple of shops, then a narrow cobbled walk raised up high — it was a partly dirt road built up of rocks and stones that ran around an inlet from the sea. [...]

[...] The land was so rocky … and they would build a house on a slab of rock, and it was always damp. [...]

[...] She had lived in frame house, sandy yard, old house. [...]

[...] Rob told to try sessions with Bill and myself as we did last year, when Rob saw house and other material so clearly. [...]

[...] A connection with this photograph, and a two-or-three-story house, a frame house with brick or stone stairs at the front.

[...] Jane and I have always made it a policy to have a carbon of any written material—prose, poetry, etc., in separate hands outside of our house, as a protection against loss by accident, fire, etc.

Saturday afternoon he was five, not six, and for unforeseen reasons left alone for a mere ten minutes in a large house, circumstances being such that only for a brief time no one was present. [...]

[...] One for which no reputable publishing house has any automatic place.

No other publishing house would have treated you any better to this point. [...]

[...] Merle and his wife used to live in the apartment house we occupy in Elmira. [...]

[...] Jane however lived in Baltimore for almost a year and ate quite a few times at Anne’s house, in 1951-52. [...]

[...] This complicated enormously all of our efforts to help her move about the house as she used to in her office chair, which is on rollers, and nearly signaled the failure of our efforts to live by ourselves. [...]

Physically therefore the house that you will live in within five years may not exist, in your terms, now. [...] Such a house however does have form, and does exist within the spacious present.

[...] The impression is of a small image or drawing (shakes head, eyes closed) that might represent a foundation, house, federal building or church, or monument. [...]

(“The impression is of a small image or drawing that might represent a foundation, house, federal building or church, or monument.” [...]

(Last Saturday night, Jane and I presided over a “class” reminiscent of the weekly ESP classes we used to hold in our downtown apartments before we moved to the hill house, just outside Elmira, in 1975. [...]

[...] For a change we decided to do our thing in her writing room, or den, at the back of the house. [...]

[...] She might have looked at a map and said “Someone in one of those houses must have had a personal contact with the Buttses, in case we do not meet them. I will try every third house, or I will go to the police department—or to the newspaper.” [...]

[...] On September 28, 1978, Jane wrote this little poem when I brought in a few blooms from the climber growing up the trellis at the northeast corner of our hill house, near the kitchen windows:

[...] Jane finished typing her manuscript for Seven Two on October 3, and I helped her correct that book for mailing on October 9. My own mailings for Volume 2 continued until the 21st of the month, when at last that very long project was completed and out of the house in its entirety for the first time. [...]

[...] There are better places than others to build houses or structures — points where health and vitality are strengthened, where, other things being equal, plants will grow and flourish and where all beneficial conditions seem to meet.

(As it happened many people who live in the house were away for various reasons, so Seth was well aware that neighbors wouldn’t be a hindrance to voice effects—at least as much as usual. [...]

[...] This may not be the precise title:Stolen Lands or Islands, published or distributed or whatever by Mission House, Ltd. [...]

If Ruburt is allowing himself to be spontaneous, then he will spontaneously want to type his script, add to it, clean his house, go outside, see people sometimes, and not see them at other times. [...]

[...] When you leave for a vacation, for example, you close down your house. In these ideal terms, death would involve a closing down of your [physical] house; it would not be crumbling about you.

[...] We could hear the automobiles swooshing across the new Walnut Street Bridge that lifted gracefully over the Chemung River, less than a quarter of a block from our apartment house; it had been raining earlier this evening and the traffic noise was softened. [...]