“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Jane and I could see the river from the long front porch of the house, looking down through the trees. [...]

The house the Butts family had occupied at that time is situated just around the corner, a block away — almost visible from the front porch of the Markle place. [...]

[...] While she was giving the envelope data some snow broke loose from a steep third floor roof of the house, and came crashing down on a porch roof not far from our living room; the house shook. [...]

(His mother’s home was dark, of course, and not wanting to disturb her merely to leave the tomatoes, Jimmy left them on the back porch. [...]

[...] His sign is fastened to the wall of the house beside an office door, beneath a porch roof, and would not be readable, probably, from a passing car.

[...] Some time later, it seems, I became aware that I was watching a youngish woman in a polka-dot dress, white dots on black or a dark color, climb up three or four back-porch steps and enter a house, with a screen door closing behind her. [...]

[...] The dangerous psychic explosions that I spoke of as being possible are very real possibilities, and involve even chemical changes in Ruburt’s own body; and I do suggest that you make some changes, either by returning to your regular workroom, Joseph, or by making the porch room into a temporary bedroom. [...]

I lie down on the porch couch and drift into a light sleep. [...]

[...] At about this time (tapping the photo) Ruburt sat on the lap of an adult man on the front porch, and neighbors duly reported this — the idea being that sexual depravity could be involved.

I admit that for some mysterious reason of my own I let Bill Baker, as I’ll call that youngish individual, fool me when he knocked on our back-porch door yesterday afternoon. [...]

[...] vague ideas that when I was around five an older man died in the neighboring house where I’d played on the porch and that someone took me to see the body—my first such experience…. [...]