“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The artist may vividly evoke the image of a disappearing road that appears to be broad in the picture’s foreground, only to turn smaller and smaller until it seems to vanish in some distant hidden point. No physical person will walk that road, however. [...]

[...] So you plot a straight course, it seems, through time, never realizing in our analogy that the wheel’s circular motion allows you to transverse this ongoing road. [...]

When your eyes are on the road of time, therefore, you forget the circular motion of your being. [...]

[...] Intellectual and psychic obedience was much the safer road, and even the saints were slightly suspect. [...]

[...] Creativity was to follow certain definite roads, so the woman became the villain.

[...] I had an accident of some sort that left the truck half hanging off the road over a steep drop to the valley below; I had a view of this from below. No one else was involved in the accident, though, and the truck did stay on the road. [...]

Any new events brings with it new probabilities—and since you are now on a favorable road of probabilities those doors that open will also be advantageous. [...]

[...] Whatever happens you are on an advantageous road—and all will be provided for. [...]

[...] In some other realities mankind has taken different roads.

There are many roads leading to that goal however. [...]

[...] Obviously now I don’t feel free to walk outside or down our road—surely those feelings will fade with decent walking? [...]

[...] As I drove up our road, I saw at once that the grass wasn’t cut. [...]

[...] Since people only have so many organs to lose, that road can be dangerous indeed.

[...] The 13 mentioned earlier may possibly refer to highway numbers (pause) of a road running past the tackle shop.

1730 Pinnacle Road

The speed applied to the energy generated by Framework 2—energy that transforms the road or ground so that you do not have to travel the road in the same old fashion, that is, I am answering the dream’s question (all intently). [...]

[...] Driving or gliding along river road just north of Chemung NY, with fence on my right so that I could not get off the road, I saw sweeping down the hill some distance ahead of me a big tractor-trailer truck—on the wrong side of the road. [...] Then I realized I had plenty of room to pull off the road to the left, and so would be safe.

The road referred to your neighbor, the male, who is a salesman, and who travels on the road often. [...]

I have the impression of the number 3 or 7, or perhaps 3 and 7, (pause) and of a road, and something spectacular.

[...] The road was a distortion, but only superficially, for it was meant as a symbol to describe the man involved, and I could not get Ruburt to say salesman. [...]

[...] He saw both personalities as frozen, finally, and he thought: if spontaneity and discipline are both false roads, then where do I go? There is no road, and no escape, you see.

(“Connection with a circumstance not repeated, and a road.” [...] Road is also too general. I thought of the long steep road leading up to the Colucci residence in the country. [...]

[...] Connection with a circumstance not repeated, and a road. [...]

[...] I’m finishing typing this session now at 8:15 p.m., preparatory to going across Pinnacle Road. [...]

[...] He awakened from the nightmare of immobility, and found himself on “the road to freedom” with you. [...]

We quickly made friends with the family across the road. [...] When he crossed the road to visit I would encourage him to sing a bit for us a cappella. [...]

[...] I came to know intimately all of the dead-end streets opening off the main road, Coleman Avenue, like steps in a ladder that led up the hill to Pinnacle Road. [...]

[...] Without intending to, Laurel and Debbie became separated from the rest of us as they stood in back of the car nearest the road, while Winter, Jim, Theresa and I were clustered near the front of the other car as it was pointed toward the house. The four of us were so busy talking that we actually missed the little drama that followed: Laurel briefly mentioned it to me right after it took place—telling me that a very large bird, a hawk or an eagle, had flown from low over the house seemingly right toward her and Debbie before zooming back up to perch high in a tree in the backyard of the house across the road. [...]

[...] The front of the house, facing Pinnacle Road, cannot be seen from where all of us were standing in the driveway to the side and in back of it. On the map Laurel showed me how the bird had suddenly zoomed into view low over the house from Pinnacle Road, and then flown even lower toward the two women near the back of the second car in the driveway. [...]

[...] They should also be expressed, and again, they then clear the road for new energy.