“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] While we were in a local bar, two youths stole the car, which was parked nearby, and went for a joyride. [...]

[...] The parking for class. [...]

[...] You felt your territory threatened as soon as the parking lot was thought of, and earlier when Spaziani first thought of selling the place.

(I went out to the parking lot to run up the car at 5:00, it was so cold. [...]

[...] Jane said the flower data earlier in the material could have given rise to this personal association: She thought of times in her childhood when her grandmother took her on a walk to the park in Saratoga Springs, NY. In the park they often visited a particular sulphur water spring designated as Number One Spring.

[...] A pickup truck was parked out there. [...]

[...] The door to the medical arts building was locked, so I couldn’t use that as shelter on my way to the car, which was parked farther away from my usual spot than it usually is. [...]

[...] The buildings are stately, such as those in a public park. [...] I notice a few elderly women sitting on the park benches. [...]

[...] In the past, though he knew that he exaggerated, when his legs were bothering him he automatically looked for the nearest available parking place when you were driving. He would never ask you to park close to your destination. [...]

The automobile was the mother’s automobile, which was parked outside of the Colucci residence the evening you visited. [...]

(As soon as Seth said this, I remembered seeing the automobile parked before the Colucci’s house on the evening Jane and I visited there. [...]

[...] University Books, New Hyde Park, NY.)

[...] Last year the owner of the house next door, a professional man, had the tree cut down to make room for a parking lot. [...]

[...] I found myself reviving Jane’s hesitation on the jungle gym at the park on the lake at Rochester; we’d stopped there on our way home from Oswego, and brother Dick had taken us to the lake.

The grading was, I am afraid, a poor reference to the parking lot, which was paved recently.

[...] The large parking lot at the dancing establishment, once consisting of the usual rather loose gravel, had been paved with amacite late last fall.

[...] Finally, I was hazily aware of hearing the cars of class members as they pulled out of the parking lot next to the house. [...]

[...] Yet there can be danger that you forget that creative time can produce in an hour magic creations that ten hours of frightened, enforced time can never do—and that a moment’s inspiration in a bar, or with company, or on a walk in the park can bring forth world-changing theories that no amount of fearful economy of time will ever deliver.

We parked here today
and the green world swirled
jungle-quick, downtown
across the river, and like
a city bushman I was in tune,
swinging through thought’s treetops
while the traffic stopped and started,
precise as a ceremony of animals,
almost formal, engines thundering
then purring, wheels pausing,
headlights hypnotized in sun.
You walked into the bank,
making an exchange as ancient
as any tribal dance.

The parking is all right, though in winter only one side particularly is permitted. [...]

[...] My mother, who now lives with Dick and his wife and family, made the trip back with Jane and me as far as the parking lot at Enfield Glen, Ithaca, where we met my other brother, Loren. [...]

(Front and back tracings of the parking ticket used as the object in the 64th envelope experiment, in the 275th session for July 25,1966.)

[...] 29, the story of the arrest of an addict connected with the theft of a doctor’s bag and prescription blanks at an Elmira hospital parking lot. [...]