“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] There were go-go girls at the neighborhood tavern we went to, and both of us enjoyed the break in routine. [...]

As I wrote the fan whirred, stirring the air against my skin as the green leaves winked — and I felt a trance at last entering the neighborhood of my mind. [...]

There are alliances and understandings in neighborhoods — signs for others to read. [...]

In its own way, a neighborhood fire serves the same purpose, among others, and so does a local or regional disaster. [...]

(Yesterday was Easter, and a very quiet day in the neighborhood. [...]

[...] The afternoon was quite dark and gloomy, the neighborhood very quiet.)

Noises outside the bedroom, of neighborhood activity, sometimes add to this, making him think he should be out in the world in a more gregarious, competitive manner, so he feels more isolated from other people and the community also at such times, as a result of the Darwinian concepts mentioned in our last session. [...]

[...] He completely lacks the ability to discuss normal fears and worries in any kind of neighborhood contact—with girl friends. [...]

[...] The neighborhood was muffled and serene; even the traffic passing our apartment house was slowed to a crawl for a change.)

[...] We were aware of many of the noises in the neighborhood that we didn’t hear in the wintertime. [...]

[...] If the skirmish is not at the front door or in the neighborhood, the animal consciousness simply watches all with a wary or amused mental attitude. [...]

[...] This was a give-and-take in which, for instance, a jungle neighborhood was truly home, and all was a portion of the self psychically, spiritually, and physically.⁴

The neighborhood squabbles there remind him of Middle Avenue. [...]

[...] Those in the neighborhood would know you were not to be bothered. [...]

[...] Our files contain statements from two brothers in California, for example, asserting that Seth correctly described their home and neighborhood while I spoke for him in Elmira, New York, some three thousand miles away. [...]

[...] I asked Peg to draw a diagram of their motel and its nearby neighborhood. [...]

(Nor did he reveal his presence while we sat in a neighborhood tavern later, with more beer. [...]

Ruburt is correct: you would not have been happy in your mother’s old home, with beliefs and situations as they are; but on your part as well as Ruburt’s. The people who moved there did so for a reason, and they will bring “new blood” to the neighborhood.

[...] In a fashion you were attracted to the house, as I mentioned (in 1975), because of its contemporary nature, and the neighborhood—but also because it put you in a different position, in a different social context. [...]

[...] Many trees were down in certain areas of the city, especially in our old neighborhood, around Water, Walnut, and Hoffman streets.