“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

When falling off to sleep for example, imagine that you are in your yard, in another room of your apartment, or in front of the house. [...]

(Jane said she well remembers the potbellied stove in the living room of her own house as a child, and she thought this fact might have been an association that at least helped bring about the above data.

[...] It’s turning out to be quite an intriguing endeavor, and I plan to keep the house decorated with fresh flowers winter and summer. [...]

He feared his mother prowled the house during darkness—this also accounting for some of the sleep difficulty.

[...] Outside of your own framework, houses as such or dwellings as such are not needed, and yet in trance encounters or dream encounters with other realities, such structures are frequently seen. [...]

[...] But now that her editor, Tam Mossman, has scheduled a visit to us at the hill house in a couple of weeks [on April 10, to be exact], Jane feels that she wants to study what she’s done on Seven Two, go over it with Tam, and perhaps take up work on it again.)

(Today Jane did well, walking about the house quite a bit more often than she has been doing lately.

The sewer pipes carry away drainage from apartment houses and mansions and from trailers as well, eventually, and all of that must be paid for by the people.

[...] (Jane dictates:) Lived in the third house before the end of a dead-end lane. [...]

(Jane and I have talked to our landlord, Jimmy Spaziani, concerning the data given by Seth in the 100th session, concerning the missing cover to the thermostat in our apartment house. [...] Jimmy states that with Seth’s reminder, he does recall cleaning out some rubbish from the house last spring; the description, according to Jimmy, matches that of Elmira’s city dump, which Jane and I have not visited. [...]

(A note: Miss Callahan was taken to a home for the elderly a few weeks ago, and has given up her apartment in this house, etc. A couple of days ago Jane and I heard through a friend that Miss Callahan has twice been found walking along Route 17, a main highway here, as she tried to get back to this house. [...]

[...] (Pause.) He touched upon certain coordinates that were neurologically shared, however, by both: He and the child were familiar with the carriage and the curb, the mother who pushed the carriage, and the house into which Ruburt felt himself, as the child, being carried.

He sensed the house interior and the stairway vividly. [...]

[...] Jane said she often imagines herself here at our house, doing various things. [...]

[...] She was coming out of it as I came back into the house. [...]

[...] Yet none of its own sources of information show any cause for alarm: you are both obviously in the house together. [...]

[...] It goes up from the top of my head, way out of the room and the house into a different reality.”

[...] A fire engine had passed a couple of blocks away from our house at about 9:30; only now did Jane remember to tell me she’d heard it. [...]

(While lying down for half an hour this evening, I saw the street outside our house clearly. [...]

[...] [Incidentally again, it is Thursday afternoon as I type, and in an hour one of the Ryall boys from the Handi Book Center in Elmira will be at the house to have Jane autograph 20 or so copies of Mass Events; the store received them today, and has a number of orders for copies. [...]

Here the personality was born only fifty miles away, in space, from the earlier existence; and as the wife of a wealthy landowner, often drove through the very land where the small house still stood, with its farm.