“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I saw no car parked nearby. [...]

“There was an afternoon in a small park when you were a child about eleven. [...]

[...] John parked his car so the headlights illuminated the house to a good degree, and we showed him about as best we could without a key to get inside. [...]

[...] The young and the old, the conventional and the unconventional, had small skirmishes, where some of the city fathers objected to the long-haired youths in a city park — quite trivial incidents, and yet indicative of splits of values and misunderstandings between the generations.

[...] Before me was a very large parking lot, full of cars. [...]

[...] If you asked someone else, this individual might say instead: “New York City has the finest of museums, open-air concerts in some of the parks, fine sculpture, theater, and probably the greatest collection of books outside of the Vatican. [...]

[...] While two blocks away, I thought I could see a blue and white car parked outside it. [...]

[...] When we went food shopping, for example, she would sit in the car in the parking lot, perhaps reading, while I pushed the grocery cart up and down the aisles. [...]

[...] Yes he did, he told Jane, but he didn’t understand what was going on—only that there were many extra cars parked in the neighborhood on Tuesday nights. [...]

[...] We saw no one, however, and the barking magically ceased as we moved around to the east side of 458 and surveyed it from a small paved parking lot. [...]

From the parking lot I pointed out to our guests the windows of Apartment 5 as they marched along the side of 458 on the second floor. [...]

[...] This is, I repeat, not the usual system for parking here.

[...] The heart of the chain of events resulted in their meeting Miss Dineen on the sidewalk in front of Rubin’s bookstore as they were putting money into a parking meter. [...]

[...] Looking out our living room window just then, I saw the service truck from the TV cable company parked there. [...]

(Another valid connection is that Leonard mailed the card to us from the state of Maine, where he was vacationing on a camping trip; implying woods in the state parks where he did stay, as we later learned.

[...] She was standing at the sink washing dishes and looking out at the ‘dreary’ flat landscape and at their pickup truck parked there. [...]

I pick up something to do with a ballpark, or a park that has been used, or a stadium that has been used for ball games.

[...] Ironically, while Elmira authorities were denying this story, there appeared in the column next to it an item detailing the theft of a doctor’s black bag, containing narcotics, from the doctor’s car in one of the local hospital parking lots. [...]

(Discovering this on the way to Sayre, I pulled into the near empty parking lot of the shopping center on Elmira Street and gave Jane my own pendulum to use. [...]

[...] Nancy parked by the Art Shop on the way to work and asked Jane to run in after some art supplies for class. [...]

[...] The car was parked at the side of the road. [...]

[...] In addition the first name of the owner of the lumberyard in Wellsburg, which furnished the object, is named Glenn; associating thus with Enfield Glen, or Robert H. Treman State Park near Ithaca, NY.

[...] Alice parked the car in front of my parents’ home in Sayre, put her arm around my shoulder and said something. [...]