“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

A house in town reminds you each of family living, and you of your neighborhood. At the same time for all your protest, the (to me) apartment noises are comforting. You interpret them as conflicts. They remind you of the noises in your family home, conflicting and yet comforting. You rail at them, railing at your parents’ arguments. To Ruburt the sounds are reassuring. He is not alone with his mother any more.

Ruburt has taken to using the railings. [...] A sense of defeat is connected with the railings. [...]

[...] And determined that he would try to circumvent it—hence your sketches in Dialogues; for despite your avid and determined dislike of the marketplace and its imperfections, of which he is more aware than you think, he thought that he would still see to it that your talent was placed to some extent at least before the world —rail as you would against the stupidities and poor craftsmanship. [...]

Suddenly, without transition, I found myself descending through the air to land on a long narrow porch that was surrounded by a low railing. [...]

[...] Over the railing, a small body of water was visible, and beyond this there was a much larger body of water, an ocean, I thought. [...]

[...] When you rail against an unfavorable environment, or a situation or condition, basically — and underline the following phrase — you are not acting independently, but almost blindly reacting. [...]

[...] It meant that you understood yourselves and the temper of the times, and understood the rhythms of your own growth, even if consciously you may have railed against the conditions and poor sales.

[...] Until our sessions began, he followed the official line of consciousness, and though he railed against those precepts he could find no other solution. [...]

In the past you often railed against Saturday chores while he was quite happily enjoying them. [...]

You both always railed against overweight people. [...]

[...] Nan sat on a railing or in a doorway.)

[...] He had no one now to talk to, and he hated his daughter the more, and railed that she had forsaken him in his old age, after he had cared for her through the long years.

[...] Then the misunderstood intellect and the misunderstanding intellect rails out against nature in envy, trying to destroy a unity in which it feels it has no part.

[...] Perhaps it’s all another reflection of that curious dichotomy I’ve often felt: One may rail against the world in general, and the behavior of its individuals in particular. [...]

As to now, I see him in connection with a railing, of steel or wood. [...]

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

[...] You have a fine, strong and worthwhile purpose, but you will not fulfill it well while you rail against what you do not have, and ignore the abilities and gifts and blessings that you do have.

[...] He alternately retreated from you in hurt bewilderment, railed at you silently, and still felt that what he wanted was not in your nature to give, and for that reason also he had no right to ask it.

[...] You may rail against what you think of as their stupid behavior, their bloodthirsty ways, and the inadequate and shortsighted methods that they use to solve their problems. [...]

He railed, again, about the psychic work, but this, while important, was deeply recognized as a part of his nature, an extension of it long before he consciously accepted it. [...]

[...] what would be the porch railing and the roof is round. [...]

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

[...] It had a long porch with a railing and benches.”)

[...] (gesture; groping for words) what would be the porch railing and the roof is round.