“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Then you do not resent the afternoon rackets, but accept neighborhood noises as the world’s activity, and it becomes—though you will not believe me—a refreshing and needed counterpoint. [...]

A house in town reminds you each of family living, and you of your neighborhood. [...]

[...] You could instead have stressed your positive and constructive differences, for your move to the neighborhood, again, to some extent—excuse the constant qualifying—your move has helped the neighbors see themselves in a different light.

Conventionally, they enjoy having what they think of as highly creative people in the neighborhood. [...]

[...] As far as we knew, this neighborhood had been his home territory.

[...] This is the correct neighborhood, I can attest from past experience. [...]

[...] As the neighborhood deteriorated he became more and more irate, as did you.

[...] For example, Ruburt never felt comfortable in the yard when [the] Spazianis and the neighborhood ladies gathered. [...]

[...] This does not mean he does not notice or dislike a given neighborhood. [...]

[...] I think that most, if not all of the houses on Crestwood had lights on, so the neighborhood was hardly deserted. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s consciousness merged, while still retaining its own individuality, with the consciousness of the leaves outside his window, and with the nail in the windowsill, and traveled outward and inward at the same time, so that like a mental wind his consciousness traveled through other psychological neighborhoods.

The old neighborhood has enclosed him, and he must now truly escape its limitations while using the psychic potential of his experience as an integrating power. [...]

[...] Jane said the unpleasant event was the fact that earlier two neighborhood children had been quite noisy and active running about our yard; she had wanted to go sun herself after lunch, but put off the expedition until the children had gone, by 3:00 PM. [...]

[...] The “missed” here refers to Jane putting off her sunbathing until the neighborhood children had gone. [...]

[...] Oddly enough your neighborhood, with a rather high saturation of doctors, is a help here. [...]

[...] Otherwise it would be as if you did not know where your own house began or ended, and so tried to heat the entire neighborhood. [...]

Before you moved here you imagined, both of you, what oddities you would be in the neighborhood, and exaggerated your differences from others. [...]

[...] Yet the neighborhood was real. [...]

[...] She thought: “Why, it is today—there’s Rabe’s house on the corner, and the neighborhood store.” [...]

In this life Ruburt knew his neighborhood as a child, and his feelings about people were not tempered by television programs showing normal families, or other ways of life. [...]

Many young men and women have come to adulthood in fine ranch houses in good neighborhoods. [...]

[...] And with a group show of some note in 1935, in which I believe this person participated, who now owns, or runs, or is connected with this gallery in this neighborhood.

[...] You are left with “workable facts” that help you manipulate in your own backyard, but such facts become prejudice when you try to venture beyond your own cosmic neighborhood and find that your preconceived, native ideas do not apply outside of their context.

[...] Jane walked to our neighborhood store while I set to work typing. [...]