“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He had been closed up in that house over there, and went wild and terrified.

[...] (Very important.) Rooney however is free of a distrust that he had carried with him, having to do with his background in that house, this time, across the way, and was grateful for those additional years you gave him.

[...] Although it does not show in the photo itself, just beyond the photo would be the back steps of the couples’ house in Santa Monica. [...] At the time the picture was taken there was a small guest house, California style, in back of the main house; here Jane recalls a flagstone walk. This little house was torn down before my first visit to Santa Monica. A flight of four or five steps, stone or concrete, led up to the back porch of the main house.

[...] Two neighbors from the house next door stood grinning at us. [...] They had heard the voice from this apartment; their place is actually two lots away; a space of perhaps seventy feet separates the two houses.

[...] It was far too loud for the house, in my opinion, with others living so close. [...]

Actually however, physical extension in space, in terms of even short journeys, will help to expand your psychic and mental horizons, and will help compensate for other freedoms that your house would have provided.

[...] Definitely some freedoms must be achieved to compensate for the freedoms that the house would have provided.

[...] Either Ruburt has the house filled with people, or no one comes at all. [...]

Expectation on his part of the house to some degree at least provided this. [...]

[...] Jane and I met him in May 1960, when we moved from Sayre into an apartment house close to downtown Elmira. The house had once been a luxurious private home. [...]

[...] David never complained about the racket, though sometimes he secluded himself in a back room down there, or left the house until class was over. [...]

In March 1975 Jane and I purchased the hill house just outside Elmira, and within a few weeks David acquired his own place not far from us in the valley below. [...]

[...] Last Thursday morning, then, we were really shocked when Doris, who is also a teacher and a friend from those apartment-house years, called to tell us that David was in the hospital—that he was to undergo triple-bypass heart surgery the next day. [...]

Your house has been calm, Ruburt’s body has improved each day, and his work and yours have been productive. [...] You did not question how your house was to be more calm, and indeed the suggestion itself was rather innocuous in its way, yet highly effective. [...]

[...] Physically his ideas of motion, however, moved from the house—highly important. [...]

Your kitchen is a room you walk through in your house. [...]

[...] It does not conflict with the details of any given day, and yet it acts to generate overall impetus, and emotionally places Ruburt out of the house.

Walk around house twice.

(Jane said she cannot remember Ann’s house, except that she recalls it as quite old. [...] She has a feeling the house is dark—dark woodwork, etc. [...]

[...] The arched windows, Miss Healy’s. The date the approximate date the house was built.

(Jane said the house is in Baltimore, in an old highly built-up area, though not in the actual downtown city area.

(Late last night I stepped out onto the screened-in back porch of the hill house. [...] We’re having the house painted, and I could smell the acrylic odor. The woods on the hill in back of the house echoed with the stridulations of the cicadas and katydids. [...] We’ve also felt bad over our long-standing decision to keep them in the house; they can roam no farther than the front and back porches. [...]

[...] When I finished them, then, it was nighttime again, September 23, 1982, late, and once again I stepped off the back porch of the hill house for some fresh air. [...] In the warm evening the silent road still ran uphill past the house and into the woods. [...]

[...] The night was warm, heavily overcast, and mysterious: The streetlight down at the corner of our lot cast long shadows up the road running past the house and into the woods. [...]

Just as though it had been waiting for the right moment last night, a screech owl began to sound its sorrowful descending cry in the black woods on the hill behind our house. [...]

[...] Fantastic moon—equivalent of walking house 3 times.

Outside of my house

[...] I knew I was in someone’s house, and that my body was in bed. [...] Suddenly, I knew that the house belonged to Bill and Beverly Gray, previous tenants in our apartment house. They had moved to a house about a year previously, and I hadn’t seen them since.

[...] Such a museum has a reality as valid as the house in which you live.

[...] Her eyes widened as she told me that I’d described an inner room in her new house perfectly, down to the bare bulb in the ceiling and the paneling. [...]

[...] At first, nothing told me whose house this was, so I asked mentally, and got the words, “Tom’s, one of your students.”

(Jane said she had to “fight to stay in trance” at the last, because she began to pick up some “bad feelings” about Midge, alone in the house down there in Florida, and probably drinking. [...] Maybe I’ve just translated all the mixed-up feelings about my father and the house there and everything into Midge. [...]

(I heard a man and a woman begin to climb the stairs from the front entrance of the apartment house. [...]

(Since we visited Del and Midge in this same house several years ago, we can pretty well picture the physical setting.

(Class had been discussing dream realities, personality, etc., for about an hour; Pat and Sheila began talking back and forth on Sheila’s ideas on separate personalities, when Jane interrupted to say that she had the impression that the “hole in the universe” had opened up in Dr. Sam Levine’s house next-door and a crowd of people were flying from it into the room. [...]

Some distant connection with an opera, opera house or music. [...]

[...] A small building or house with a flattish roof. [...]

[...] Jane thought that disarray could also refer to the fact that abstract paintings are mentioned in the letter; to some people abstracts would be in disarray, as compared to conventional paintings showing things in the usual sense—flowers, houses, trees, etc.

(“Some distant connection with an opera, opera house or music.” [...]

A house with pine trees, back kitchen.

(Yes to both; Martha’s house.)

A house with pine trees, back kitchen. (Yes to both; Martha’s house.) Two children. [...]

[...] And I even wonder about the woman [Mrs. Anderson] who lived in this house, and committed suicide later—though it’s no big deal. [...]

[...] I started talking to the people giving the news on TV [channel 13], and Chris’s mother [whom Jane has never met; Chris Hover cleans the house every other Sunday], and to you and other people. [...]

Suddenly I felt a strong jolt at the top of my skull; the next instant, I found myself standing on the front steps of an ordinary house. [...] The neighborhood was middle-class, the house gray-framed, two-storied, with a front porch.

I wasn’t used to any messages from Seth when I was out of the house, and I’d been in the habit of discouraging any when I wasn’t having a session. [...]

[...] Go, go, go.
Why not have a band play and give balloons away?
There’s nothing like killing birds
To clean up the business section.
We could feature a Starling Day, for our centennial celebration,
Such elation as the city fathers
And other pot-bellied elders
Did their best to keep the city clean.
We could give ice cream away to the kids who killed the most,
The hosts of observers could yell the cheer:
“Oh, it takes such courage and it takes such brawn
To drop the blackbirds on the County House lawn.”

[...] Quickly I looked at the house. [...]

[...] It’s to be shipped to the house where we can store it. In the meantime Eleanor will try to place Emir with some house; she’s talked with Tam about doing this. [...]

[...] I love the way wildlife abounds in the area of the hill house. [...]

[...] She loved the wild flowers I brought in from the house.

[...] I also mentioned several times that I’d like to have her return to the house. [...]