“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He took a routine job in a local business and stayed with it for over 20 years, all of the time hating to go to work, or saying that he did, and at the same time refusing to try other areas of activity that were open to him — because he was afraid to try.

[...] Peggy is a feature writer for the local paper. [...]

[...] There is a constant interaction in this multidimensional point of power, therefore, so that in your terms one incarnated self draws from all of the others what abilities it wants, according to its own specific, localized beliefs.

[...] I remarked that most of our world’s problems seem to result from Framework-1 thinking, that our species is so steeped in such conscious-mind behavior—locally, nationally, and worldwide—that there seems little chance of our ever breaking out of that iron pattern. [...]

[...] The short story referred to above was reported on a TV program about Three Mile Island: Jane and I caught a glimpse of, I believe, a local newspaper or magazine in the Harrisburg area that had printed a short story about a nuclear accident at that plant, on the same day that the troubles began at Three Mile Island. [...]

(The newspaper connection also developed because on the front page of today’s paper for June 20th, was the story of a local woman being murdered with a knife. [...]

[...] The improvements are well-enough along so that many portions of the body are being affected at once, rather than simply local changes.

[...] This was a more direct, less involved, less frightening symptom, a localization in other words. [...]

All during this time I was working at the local art gallery in the afternoons. [...]

[...] Any sense of powerlessness on the part of individual fighting men was given expression as before, this time in a more local blood bath, but the code itself had become shaky. [...]

[...] John agreed that this was high-level company policy that filtered down to the local level.)

[...] Instead the conversation turned to the fact that last week Jane was offered a part- time job as a dancer in a local supper club. [...]

[...] He plans to use local aspects of the great flood of June, 1972, as the focal point for his material because we’d had personal experience with that disaster here in Elmira. [...]

[...] It bled to such an extent that after half an hour we called the emergency room at one of the local hospitals. [...]

[...] Since the sessions we keep an eye out for the name in the local paper, especially in a section called “Twenty Years Ago This Week,” which is printed every Sunday.

[...] I suggested that a visit to his local newspaper back-issue file might be the easiest way to check.

[...] Poor people saw lesser versions of religious paintings in their own simple churches, done by local artists of far lesser merit than those [who] painted for the popes.

As class gradually receded into the past, through our own default, as it were, Jane and I kept in touch with some of our local counterparts from class, while we saw less and less of certain others. [...]

(I hadn’t read today’s local paper until I had a minute to scan it while we waited for the session to begin. [...]

(At 6:30, and for the next hour or so, I noticed many small instances of my familiar tingling or thrilling sensation; it finally localized in back of my ears.

[...] When an area of the body “erupts,” there are also emergency measures taken locally, and aid sent from other portions of the body to afflicted parts.