“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Rob and I are on vacation, perhaps only for a weekend, in a collegelike atmosphere, a town, with water nearby. We walk along a busy street. I say, “I don’t care if this isn’t like it used to be years ago. It’s great.” He agreed. I was very happy and carefree. Just about the whole dream takes place in this location. The houses were triangular A-type affairs, of multicolored pastels but also bright colors too, glass walls, the houses not crowded together, some above others on small knolls.

[...] Over a knoll... [...]

[...] The house is set itself atop its own knoll, which to Ruburt at least gives a fortress feeling, in that he can look down and see who is coming.

The private-type yards, the house on its own knoll, say clearly “We are not neighborhood barbecue people.” [...]