“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Now I pick up the word whiskey, as applying to a later period, and another circumstance involving a man and a late hour, and a dwelling place with a front door precisely in the middle of a front room, and a porch that is shadowed, and back bedrooms with children. [...]

[...] Jane also picked up leaf images in connection with a porch on the first floor.

[...] The porch to the front was shadowed. [...]

[...] Contemplate going further, to porch, but Stamps are out there and I don’t feel like chatting. [...]

[...] I felt I stood on a long narrow porch or verandah with a railing. [...] Doors opened off the long narrow porch which extended full length, and I wondered whether Bill and Peggy Gallagher were staying here. I thought their room might have the door near the center of the porch. [...]

[...] Jane spontaneously gave voice to her song yesterday afternoon while sitting in the glass-enclosed front porch of our hill house. [...]

[...] Ruburt wants to put up the window so that a porch can be added to living space. [...]

[...] Instantly I found myself there on the porch. For a moment I wondered if I was in the right place, then I saw that the old side porch had been completely removed and another front porch added. [...]

[...] After wandering through the upstairs hall and seeing no one, I went out to the side porch and stood looking out at the park and enjoying the night air.

[...] When we were there, I had Rob drive around to Linden’s. The house was exactly like it had been in my experience, with the side porch removed and a front one added.

[...] He was too close to the edge of the porch roof. [...] I then looked over the edge of the roof, and to my great agitation I saw that Dick had not only fallen off the roof and hit the ground hard, but that now he had slipped over the edge of a steep cliff beside the porch, and was saving himself only by grasping a skinny little shrub that was in the process of loosening in the frozen ground. [...]

[...] Part of the time I was looking out of a window, and part of the time I stood on the roof or a porch with Bill, our backs pressed up against the side of the house. [...]

[...] My eye troubles started the same spring that Seth started dictating it; I was doing James; Frank L. was building the porches; and the Gallery of Silence people were bugging us. [...]

[...] When he can sit in the sun on his porch the heat treatments should be dispensed with.

[...] Ruburt did not mind spending the money for the porches. [...] He would write on the back one (humorously) to show the porch was not after all for pleasure.

[...] I talked to them for an hour on the back porch. [...]

[...] We had plenty of other things to do: I was still occupied daily with writing notes and appendixes for Volume 2 of “Unknown” Reality; on June 4 Jane received the page proofs for Cézanne, and began correcting them for the printer; on the 14th of the month “our” contractor began converting half of our garage into a writing room for Jane, and adding a large back porch [see the end of Note 2 for Session 801]. All of that building activity was much noisier and more disruptive than the work had been for the front porch, and forced some changes in our schedules, including more night work, as we manipulated around those distractions.

[...] As stated, the manuscript page used as object was written by Jane in the studio at the back of the apartment. The studio is a second-floor converted porch with two sides made up of five windows each. [...] She “looks down and away” at grass and flowers, etc., and to her left, not obstructing her view, is the porch roof of the apartment on the ground floor.

[...] The studio is actually a glass-enclosed back porch, second story, converted to year-round use.

With porch enclosures that are round. [...] what would be the porch railing and the roof is round. [...]

Doors opened off the long narrow porch which extended full length, and I wondered if Bill and Peg were staying here. I thought their room might have the door near the center of the porch.

[...] I felt I stood on a long narrow porch or verandah with a railing. [...]

(Late last night I stepped out onto the screened-in back porch of the hill house. [...] When I went outside I made sure the porch door was latched so that Mitzi couldn’t get out; she sat silhouetted against the light coming from the kitchen window as she watched me walk down the driveway. [...] We’ve also felt bad over our long-standing decision to keep them in the house; they can roam no farther than the front and back porches. Both porches are screened in down to the floor and furnish the only contacts Billy and Mitzi have with the outside environment.

[...] When I finished them, then, it was nighttime again, September 23, 1982, late, and once again I stepped off the back porch of the hill house for some fresh air. [...]

[...] At that time Jane was sitting at the kitchen table, perhaps seven feet from the open porch door. [...]

A note: Beside your dream images, and so forth, which are indeed an excellent idea, you have advantages here that the young man of some 20 or 30 years ago would have envied: he would have been delighted with the screened-in porches. [...] To have a house with screened-in porches amid trees—what an advantage! [...]

[...] I hadn’t been home and he’d left a card on the porch floor; eventually I’d answered it. [...]

[...] The moment came insignificantly enough—as Friday evening passed with your company on the porch (the Gallaghers, the Blumenthals.

(We went out on the back porch. [...]

[...] To top off our activities of the moment, we’re having the front porch of the hill house rebuilt — with a new raised floor and screening all around, so that Jane can write there in the summertime. [...] But I have a feeling that the front porch affair isn’t the end of our construction odyssey: Jane has a certain speculative look when she notes that we have but one car — she doesn’t drive — to occupy the large two-car garage attached to the rear of the house. What better idea than to convert half of the garage into a writing room, with sliding glass doors, and add a screened-in porch there also? After all, she commented recently, the porch would protect our back door, too, especially from all of that winter weather….