“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It is an easy road, and my methods are not easy. [...]

[...] A connection with four other people, and a road, or road shape. [...]

(“Road, or road shape,” and “Unusual shadows” are too general. [...]

[...] There were many different colored flowers along the road near our hotel.”)

[...] The place is close to the road. [...]

They were not in a way quite as isolated then, however, for horses and carts and so forth could travel on mountain passes, and were abundant in the entire area—while today, for example, the roads are poor and sometimes not passable for automobiles. [...]

That center is like a road that you can follow inward. [...]

[...] The grounds surrounding the house are very elaborate, well and profusely decorated, and reaching for several hundred feet from the road in front to the back border of the property as it meets the Chemung River.

[...] As we sat for the session in our “new” den we could hear through the open sliding glass door the mixed chorus of tree toads and various insects echoing through the woods in back of the house, and up and across Holley Road.

Peter and Polly would be on the road, it seemed, unreachable by phone, though they had included the number of their answering service, and had also written that they would call before leaving—yet no such call had been received.

[...] You both also believed that you must protect your special abilities with all of your might — but you can see the road of contradictions that is constructed in such a fashion.

[...] We did agree that there must be a least unconscious cheating going on, on the medium’s part, else why keep the Seth name all these years and speak so cleverly in imitation of Seth, who has garnered at least some sort of reputation, thus making the road easier for any other Seth? [...]

[...] And later today she wrote: “Driving home with Rob for example, I felt the earth support the road which supported the tires and the car. I felt this physically, in the same way that we sense, say, temperature; a positive support or pressure that held the road up and almost seemed to push up of its own accord in a long powerful arch, like a giant animal’s back.”

A block to the west of the hill house, the main road drops straight down into the outskirts of Elmira. Opening off the road to the left like a series of steps are short, level sidestreets upon which I often run late at night. [...]

[...] The trees thrashed in my neighbor’s yard across the road. [...]

[...] The night was warm, heavily overcast, and mysterious: The streetlight down at the corner of our lot cast long shadows up the road running past the house and into the woods. [...]

I’d looked for the shape of a rabbit last night, hopping across the silent road like an upright shadow casting a shadow, as I’d seen one do the other evening. [...]

[...] In the warm evening the silent road still ran uphill past the house and into the woods. [...]

[...] When you came here (to Pinnacle Road), to a more lucrative kind of middle-class America, Elmira-style, you wondered what people thought, that you were home all the time. [...]

[...] You have a loyal core of readers who were already acquainted generally with “occult” books—but to a larger overall extent, that is a steady but dead-end road. [...]

[...] Before sleep, then, imagine your consciousness traveling down a road, or across the world — whatever you want. [...]

4. In the New Testament, see Acts 9:1–9, wherein Luke the Evangelist describes the conversion of Paul on the road to Damascus. [...]

Now: you went beyond your family’s beliefs individually, searching for yourselves and trying various roads. [...]

[...] You saw that the course could not be pursued, for all the roads led to involvement with the water. [...]

(“Let’s take another look at that house up here on the hill,” I said and our car began the long steady climb toward a certain dead-end road … So we looked at the hill house again — if from the outside only — but this time we really looked at it. [...]