“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(AGE 3—accident in long narrow kitchen. [...]

[...] I turned this light off then and turned one on in the kitchen; this cast an indirect light into the living room, enough for me to see to write.

[...] All the windows in the apartment were closed with the exception of one kitchen window, because the night was extremely windy; this wind aggravated my hay fever. [...] We had no way of knowing if wind was responsible or not; the kitchen window was perhaps fifteen feet away, and around a corner. [...]

[...] The room was lit by a candle within three feet of us on another table, and by reflected light from the kitchen on one side of the living room, and from the bedroom on the other side. [...]

[...] A very simple sprain, suffered in the kitchen. [...]

(“How did Jane sprain it in the kitchen?”)

(I hadn’t had time to buy Jane’s birthday presents, although we both know what she wants—hot plate for the kitchen, and a summer bed spread. [...]

[...] Those impulses quicken the physical changes, so that the two go together; as in the kitchen he now feels like standing, or wants to walk from the sink to the table.

[...] Just before she did, we were treated to the rather strong and tasty smell of liver and onions, coming up the elevator shaft across the hall from our door, from the kitchen in the basement. [...]

(Jane continues her improved walking habits, mainly in the kitchen, and sometimes with the aid of the table.)

[...] The nerves are physically urging him on—hence of course the walking in the kitchen, the impatience in the chair, the odd nervous sensations in the legs and hips, and behind this, your decision again not to hide —not to be apologetic. [...]

[...] As we sat at the kitchen table discussing her work, Jane felt that she could go into a trance state that was her own for a change, instead of being in “just” a Seth trance. [...]

(The bare ground episode concerned a small experience I had as I walked into the kitchen before taking my nap. [...]

[...] He then swept the kitchen, because the body wanted the motion, and so did he.

As I finished the first page, Rob came out, passed me and went into the kitchen. [...] The crinkley sound seemed magnified tremendously and had a new dimension as if it were ripping up space, crinkling the edges of space in the kitchen. [...]

[...] Then I went out to the kitchen to wash a pan that I’d left soaking in the sink. [...]

[...] … Rob came into the kitchen. [...]

[...] Joe, lying on his couch, saw me trying to swallow, and called Margaret from the kitchen. [...]

[...] I could feel Seth’s vague presence in the room, which Eve apparently didn’t. Jane went into the kitchen to see about the chicken she was cooking and — as she later told us— felt Seth coming through and hurried to get back to her chair.

A house with pine trees, back kitchen.

A house with pine trees, back kitchen. [...]

(“From my desk in my study I faced the windows of our small kitchen. [...] With my inner sight I felt that one of those forms, sturdy and impossibly massive, might bend down and with his gigantic face peek into my kitchen window … though I was also aware that all of this was my interpretation of what I was receiving.

[...] One night he stood at the kitchen window, and quite without drugs saw a rainy puddle below suddenly turn into an alive, beautifully fluid creature who stood up and walked while the rain slid off its liquid sides.

[...] His eyes were wide open and he stood in the exceedingly small kitchen — when suddenly there appeared before him a round soft yellow light.

by the open kitchen window,

[...] (Pause.) They used the board in the kitchen. [...]

[...] The color blue should be added to the kitchen, by the way.

(December 17, Thursday, 11:30 AM: I concentrated on traveling psychically to Marian Spaziani’s kitchen, and kept repeating her name over and over. For a second I glimpsed a small kitchen, that reminded me of Marie Colucci’s. Was Marian perhaps there? [...]