“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

If you have chosen a familiar destination, then imagine the houses you might pass. [...]

(“Very vivid, and in color as usual: I dreamed that I was in the kitchen of our hill house in Elmira, preparing to go outside into the back yard. [...]

[...] So I turn, leave my body behind on the couch and walk out the door and down to the dock outside our house.

A group of us are at my parents’ house, in the cellar, projecting. [...]

[...] As sometimes happens, she’d been bothered by an outburst of noise in the house during her delivery; so had I. At break we were still irritated.

[...] The ink will draw certain alloids from the atmosphere of the house. [...]

[...] She didn’t know where; but Ryerson told her that while over there he’d heard that Jane and I had bought a house in Spain and were moving over there. [...]

[...] Physically, rooms in the house have opened to him, as with the kitchen, and the table (just delivered by Leonard) in the new room. [...]

[...] It wasn’t as great as the time I went through the house next door, but this tunnel was very long and I went into another universe. [...]

[...] In a way Ruburt was doing precisely what you would do on one level—not leaving the house, avoiding tours, simply working, cutting out all distractions, and again you approved—not of methods, but of everything else.

You preferred spending most of the time in the house, even bored or disgusted, rather than put yourself in a situation that you felt, literally, had possibilities of disaster. [...]

(“3. I suppose it’s quite evident why you finished ‘Unknown’ Reality right after we moved into our ‘new’ house, but will you reassure Jane by commenting on this, and on future works?”

On this hazy, lazy day
All thoughts drop to sudden end,
As if the sullen air
Into itself a puncture drew,
So trees and houses and all we know
Were gently drawn to follow through —
Then quickly, like a holocaust,
A container tipped at end at last —
All our thoughts slide away
Into a hole that time has made.

They knew there was a third story to the house they lived in. [...]

(Jane’s symptoms, especially her walking ability, have become much worse since the last private session was held—so much so that all of a sudden it seems to be a question of how much longer she can continue to make it to the john here in the house. [...]

[...] Your two brothers were not in the house at the time of the later event.

(I told Jane Margaret Bumbalo called me at 12:30, as I was getting ready to leave the house, and told me there were two does in her backyard—so I had to take a few minutes to watch them. [...]

Your father cut out his own world, you felt, in his house and in the wilderness, comparatively speaking, but at the same time because you feared him so you did not really feel he wanted you to do the same no matter what he said—because to prove yourself a better man would automatically destroy him.

[...] A new sketch of a house, say, could not suddenly appear within a physical painting—the new data could not be given that way.

Sooner or later the man will cease walking merely from his house to his garden, and use other roads or forge new paths. [...]

[...] This one was narrower than later-model chairs, and it fit well in the bathroom and some other spots in the hill house. Jane could easily hoist herself onto it from her office chair, the couch, or the bed; she could either move on it around the house by herself, or have me push her. [...]

[...] Since Jane couldn’t leave the house by herself, let alone go holiday shopping, she had a close friend buy the Christmas presents she had in mind for me. [...]

[...] [See the opening notes for Session 928, in this chapter.] Her options had become several steps more limited once she no longer left the house. [...]

“The church was quite real to Ruburt as a child, through the priests who came (to the house) regularly, and through direct contact with the religious (grade) school, and the support offered to the (fatherless) family. [...]