“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

While Seth was dictating The Individual and the Nature of Mass Events, for example, the Three Mile Island nuclear accident occurred; and had the affair turned into a disaster, our Chemung County would have been used to house refugees. [...]

[...] I remembered that we had today also received a Christmas card from the owners of the hotel where we had stopped at York Beach, Maine: Ocean House.

(Then I’m in a house of our friends Lydia and Atlee; many kids and animals. [...]

2. We moved from our downtown apartments into the hill house almost five years ago (in March 1975), but Jane thinks she tried to write the poem Seth referred to several years before that. [...]

[...] “I wouldn’t mind trying some things on my own, here at the house, like getting an eye, ear and nose doctor here, or an orthopedist—but no hospital. [...]

[...] Tonight’s session was being held in our living room, since the house was empty except for us. [...]

[...] Someone had made considerable noise while cleaning the halls of the apartment house, also — “… all while Seth wanted me to get that material just right,” Jane said a bit ruefully. [...]

(There came a knock on a window from the front of the house. [...]

The house was tall and narrow with three windows on the top floor, with two and a door at the bottom. [...]

[...] There are two houses nearby, and a front room across from a beach. [...]

[...] However, since it was a cold evening our windows were closed, and the house itself was very quiet. [...]

[...] I believe they were identical to each other, with the same people in each one and the same resolution: a decision I reached in a new house on a hillside. [...]

[...] Jane sat in the doorway that opens from her writing room onto the screened-in back porch of the hill house, and watched the birds searching out the wet remnants of the feed I’d scattered in the driveway this morning. [...]

[...] While he lived in one house, still the home itself was always in jeopardy. [...]

(Two automobiles equipped with blaring sirens sped past our apartment house, but Jane didn’t seem to be disturbed. [...]

[...] With my two brothers I sat in the back yard of the house in which we grew up, in a small town not far from Elmira. [...]

[...] The house that you may live in within five years may not yet exist in your terms. [...] Still, such a house does have form, and does exist within the Spacious Present.

As I note in the Epilogue for this volume, Section 6 in Volume 2 contains the story of how we moved into our “hill house,” just outside Elmira, N.Y., a month before Seth completed that section — and his part in “Unknown” Reality as a whole — in April, 1975. [...]

[...] Our move to the hill house also cost me considerable working time on the manuscripts. [...]

[...] He also remembered a green rowboat that was anchored out in front of the house. [...]

[...] She called to me from a car making a left turn off the Walnut Street bridge, by Water St. Jane & I were standing on the lawn by our apartment house. [...]