“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She wants me to call Dr. Kardon to come to the house to examine Jane, saying we owe it to Dr. K., who couldn’t know the extent of Jane’s symptoms these days. [...]

[...] “You can’t abuse the house you live in like that—your feet and legs are terribly swollen. [...]

[...] He had always determined and said that he would not marry someone who stuck in a house on the corner of Main and such and such a street. [...]

[...] He felt imprisoned in the second story of the house with his work, but he gritted his teeth and continued.

[...] In the hospital we put up with circumstances that we’d never have even considered at the house.)

[...] With a young agile man, I’d climbed up the rough outside red brick wall of an apartment house—several stories up, at least, and climbed in through a window into my own apartment. [...]

[...] I’d started this after Dr. K’s visit to the house and examination of Jane last Wednesday. [...]

[...] You are so “unrealistic” that it seems to you that you visit old houses, long ago torn down, or that you travel in exotic foreign cities that you have actually never visited.

[...] Instead, it became routine for her to get around the house by using her feet to draw herself along as she sat in her wheeled office chair. She seldom left the house; she could barely maneuver down the two steps into the garage off her writing room, and into our car. [...]

[...] On the 13th we received from Sue Watkins our first copy of Volume 1 of Conversations With Seth, Sue’s excellent account of the ESP classes Jane used to hold in one of the two apartments we rented in downtown Elmira, before we moved to the hill house outside of town in 1975. [...]

[...] Even a thorough indexing of every paper we have in the house, including each page of the Seth material, often wouldn’t locate the kinds of references I need. [...]

[...] Let that focus falter for a briefest amount of time, and the whole house of cards would come tumbling down, so to speak.

(A week or so ago Jane had invited the Lords, Cec and Jim, to the house for last Saturday evening. [...]

[...] Yet you cannot really put your finger on “the government,” though you might mention the White House as the seat of its power. [...]

[...] The plumber cleaned out the house’s sewer line this afternoon, and I spent much time mopping up six full buckets of dirty water.

(Last Saturday evening Jane and I met here at the hill house with a group of people who used to attend Jane’s old ESP class. [...]

[...] The same applies to those in your apartment house. [...]

[...] A description, perhaps of a house or a building. [...]

(“A description, perhaps of a house or a building.” [...]

[...] I told her she’d received at the house a big vase of iris-like flowers from Larry Allen Hummer. [...]

(Seth’s material on Paul O’Neill’s cottage came about because of our conversation with Paul this noon as he checked Jane’s lower teeth here at the house. [...]

[...] Even though the window was on the side of the house, we immediately became aware of some traffic noise.

[...] Jane had talked about how much she loved nature, and how she wanted to see the house one more time, and the cats. [...]

[...] The night was very cold; a bitter wind struck at the house again and again, rattling the blinds in the heavy metal awnings on the western side of the living room where we sat.)

[...] I doubt if we would follow Tam helter-skelter to another publishing house if he left Prentice-Hall tomorrow—especially in light of our decision to hold off on Dreams. [...]

[...] Helping Jane, taking care of the house, typing sessions, working on taxes and other correspondence, filing, painting—these things and many others are more than enough to keep me going indefinitely. [...]

The initial dream involved a neighbor, Miss Cunningham, who lived in this apartment house long before we knew it existed. [...]

In the beginning, Rob and I only saw her face to face in the dark apartment house hallway, usually at the mailbox. [...]