“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] There is an S connected with the stranger, also an A. And the Grangers have come from down a road or path, that is somewhat hilly, from a settlement there, and they have been riding, perhaps bicycles or wagon-like vehicles—or a wagon driven by animals—pulled by animals. [...]

[...] Yet within the psychological and biological structure of your species, the roads of probabilities have more intersections than you know.

[...] “I see houses and a couple of shops, then a narrow cobbled walk raised up high — it was a partly dirt road built up of rocks and stones that ran around an inlet from the sea. But it was never flooded; the road kept the village dry. [...]

[...] He was walking along a flat, dusty, reddish road. [...]

[...] No one can tell you (to Dave) what road to follow.

No one can tell you the, correct road to follow, but you have the answer within yourself. [...]

[...] There is an S connected with the stranger, also an A, and the Gallaghers have come from down a road or path that is somewhat hilly, from a settlement there, and they have been riding, perhaps bicycles or wagonlike vehicles: or a wagon driven by animals; pulled by animals.

[...] There are disasters and dead end roads that your race has avoided completely, because in other systems of reality the lessons were learned and learned well.

There was no empty space, no new road, only the way before you both, that would necessitate your treading upon these jottings and transposing your footsteps over those that were there.

[...] This morning I took the lawn mower out to the shop a couple of miles outside town on Wellsburg Road. [...]

[...] And she fulfills a purpose in this class, and in this group, that is highly important, at the same time she is indeed fulfilling inner possibilities and opening roads. [...]

[...] There would have been no unofficial roads for Ruburt to follow, to lead him from the official beliefs of his time. [...]

[...] The house offered privacy but seemed to raise as many questions as it answered, one of them being that it was situated on a hillside and was accessible only by a very steep dirt road that was not maintained by either state or county.

I anticipate no road difficulties. [...]

[...] There are roads within the roads, and rooms within the rooms, and wholes within the wholes. [...]

When someone who has been ill starts on the road to recovery through changing his beliefs, he may be quite surprised to find even his dearest allies suddenly upset, reminding him of the “reality” of his dire state for the same reasons.

(Our road atlas does not list a town called Decatur in either North or South Dakota, nor any town or city of 12,000, for that matter. [...]

[...] Either road, however, brings its own difficulties. [...]

[...] And you are on that road. [...]

[...] You are embarked however upon a road leading to some fascinating events, and accomplishments that would not have been possible earlier. [...]

The symbol of a road involves the distance from one life to another, and the change from one set of parents to another. [...]

A road, a highway or a railroad, a group of people and something pulls away. [...]

[...] Now as Jane paused in her delivery I heard the town sander moving powerfully up Holley Road past our kitchen windows. [...]

[...] The scene was at a neighbor’s down the street we lived on—not Pinnacle Road—where there was a party going on. [...]

[...] You have more staying power than you know and you (Amelia) should realize that you are also here for a reason and that you build more that garden roads. [...]