“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

When Ruburt’s mother went to the hospital in his high-school years, he had a symbolic way of ridding the house of her psychic presence, and to add to his own sense of inner freedom. [...]

We’d also noticed that as soon as Billy lost his appetite his littermate, Mitzi, became “just a little busybody,” as Jane put it, playing and running about the house and out on the porches, as if in her own way she was trying to compensate for Billy’s unaccustomed lack of activity.

Ruburt’s new inclination for house cleaning is an excellent sign of intent and impulse, and your own support marks your own determination. [...]

[...] Though he eats the same poor fare as the poor man, and lives in the same poor house for a day — or for a year or five years — he knows he has his mansion to return to. [...]

[...] We’ve been holding the sessions with the front and back doors opened so that the cool winds from the hills blow through the house. [...]

[...] She’d cried several times as we talked — mourning most of all, I thought, that she would probably never get home again, see the house and grounds, and so on. [...]

[...] As I worked at the gallery or at my book or did my house chores, the last session kept coming to mind. [...]

[...] Several times, flashes of concepts came to me while I was house-cleaning — sudden intrusive patterns of thought accompanied by a feeling of intellectual and emotional illumination. [...]

[...] Our living room is very large — opens from the apartment house hallway and runs down to three large bay windows at the other end. [...]

[...] I stand in the side yard of the house my parents rented in Mansfield, a small college town in northeastern Pennsylvania. [...]

[...] The next year, her grandfather moved out of the house. [...]

[...] Two years after we married, she published her first work of fiction, a short story about reincarnation called “The Red Wagon”: It appeared in the December, 1956, issue of The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction [© 1956 by Fantasy House, Inc., New York, N.Y.]. [...]

[...] The plant from which the two leaves were taken was once the property of our neighbor here in the apartment house, Miss Callahan, an elderly retired teacher. [...]

[...] The third plant I found on the back porch of the apartment house last winter, where it had been discarded by Miss Callahan. [...]

[...] Imagine a man standing on a typical street of houses and grass and trees. [...]

[...] The yellow-flowered shrubs grow in the front yard of the hill house.

[...] We held the last class in February 1975, as we prepared to move to the hill house from our downtown apartments.)

[...] It was the kind of a storm in which even this big and solid house shook at times. [...]

[...] He gets upset and irritated with the chair, because now he is getting around the house more, and realizes that walking would be the natural way to do so—where before he was content to be in one place.

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(Jane and I usually go dancing Saturday evenings, leaving the house at about 9 PM. [...]

[...] The increase followed the positive results of a blood test the doctor had ordered a few days previously: A hospital technician had come to our hill house to draw blood from Jane—performing a “phlebotomy service.” [...]

[...] Mother and child were supported by welfare, and assisted over the years by a series of itinerant housekeepers—a number of these were prostitutes who, according to Jane, were periodically thrown out of “work” when town officials would shut down the “houses,” try to clean up gambling, and so forth. [...]

[...] Wanted to get out of the house in a hurry.)

([Gert:} “You say he is resting, yet at different times I’ve had the feeling in the house that he might try to make the same contact.”)

[...] The bureau it came from is an old- fashioned one that had sat in the garage of “our” apartment house for some years. [...]

[...] We do not know how much he can help, since he has owned our apartment house but a few years.

[...] You may say, “I was born in a house on a certain street in a certain town, and no present belief to the contrary will change that fact.” [...]

Joseph should be in the house. [...]