“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

2 –3: Good—James (copy). Front porch— (Orlene[?]) Nap—dinner.

Breezeway PM: Response right knee new, left forefinger healing all over—talked to parent of my being. Back porch same. Fantastic moon—equivalent of walking house 3 times.

I may or may not return — but he will sit on his back porch again.

[...] “Is there that possibility — getting better enough to sit on the back porch again?” she asked, half crying.

[...] “Just the possibility of being able to go home and sit on my porch again … I want to believe it so, with all my heart and soul …”

[...] Frank was doing construction on the porches then, too, and I was worried about the Gallery-of-Silence people bugging Prentice and me. [...]

This morning Frank’s brother began work on new construction—enclosing the porch (the opposite too in a way from before). [...]

I merely want to reassure Ruburt of my presence, to let him know that I hereby assert again those statements I made concerning his sitting on the porch.

[...] The session Seth had referred to was that for last Saturday, August 11, when he’d first mentioned that Jane would be able again to sit on her back porch. [...]

PM: on back porch, jaws release more.

[...] Some connection with a porch here (I don’t know if Jerry has one); ground floor—some room off a porch, or off the driveway she thinks he should sleep in (tore front porch off this house—enclosed as sun porch. Tore off—made a plain porch. [...]

[...] Man to fix refrigerator and a fan—R. sees him on porch.)

[...] Sit on porch in back all afternoon, and read Seven; PM Frank comes; confirms the changes since he’s seen me last—from the chiropractor’s standpoint.

[...] And an A, with a large family and a particular picture of the family, old, three girls with large hair ribbons, two boys, several years older, picture taken on porch steps very early 1900’s. Perhaps in a city B or the name begins with B. And a sister, a career woman before this was general practice.

With wicker chairs in the porch and yard.

[...] And an A, with a large family and a particular picture of the family, old, three girls with large hair ribbons, two boys, several years older, picture taken on porch steps very early 1900’s. Perhaps in a city B or the name begins with B. And a sister, a career woman before this was general practice. [...]

[...] Rachel was born in such a home.) With wicker chairs in the porch and yard. [...]

(Jane’s ideas — and mine, too — have matured considerably since I wrote a month ago that she was thinking of converting half of our garage into a writing room, with its attendant back porch. [...] Now that he’s finished the front porch, our contractor is free to begin work at the back of the house as soon as possible.)

(Out on the porch tonight off and on I kept getting stuff from Seth but so normally and smoothly that only something Rob said later made me remember. [...]

(I was amused during the visit to learn that “two little old ladies, one who’s interested in your stuff and one who’s a skeptic,” waited in the car in the driveway while Michaellen and I talked under the porch light. She sat in one of the porch chairs while I stood up so I could move about and keep warm. [...]

[...] I talked to her on the back porch until I got pretty chilled through [temperature was in the high 30’s]. [...]

[...] (Porch.)

[...] My eyes barely open, I stumbled out onto the back porch. [...]

[...] And with that Fred sat down in the wood chips beside the stump that Frank Longwell had placed for us when he’d built the back porch for us. [...]

[...] When I looked out on the back porch Fred was gone. [...]

[...] Finally Floyd opened the damper a bit and lit a sheet of newspaper in the fireplace: The smoke immediately sent our very upset tenant scrambling up the chimney, across the roof and into the hemlock tree growing at one corner of the front porch. [...]

I pushed Jane in her chair out on the porch, as close to the hemlock as we could get behind the floor-to-ceiling glass; we looked up at the chattering animal from only three feet away. [...]

1. Jane typed this entry for her journal while sitting at a card table in our glassed-in front porch:

11–Noon: Copied James, then lunch—walked out to porch. [...]

[...] I was sure I knew how the chipmunk had gotten caught: He’d squeezed under the back porch screened-in door looking for food. [...] One of the cats had caught the chipmunk on the porch. [...]

[...] I thought it a good idea, myself, so when she slept until 10:30, and then became busy talking to Frank Longwell about the conversion of our front porch to a glassed-in affair, I didn’t ask that she try any. [...]

[...] I was just too hot but did make an effort not to sit too long; to go out on back porch, etc. [...]