“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] While talking about the chair she also had an impression that “some source, something” was trying to tell her about a rug that either usually was on the floor, was sent out for cleaning, or else was never there. The only thing she is sure of in this instance is that she was trying to receive something about a rug. [...]

[...] Would you prefer that I be as silent and solitary and quiet as a tiny pin that sits upon the blue rug? [...]

[...] Ruburt, getting rid of old rugs, throws out old beliefs. [...]

Death came in and took my cat
And passed right by my dog.
He chased her through the living room
Over the woolen rug.
I sat right there and never knew.
I sat right there and never saw.

We tried the Ouija board one night,
My husband Rob and I.
The cat sat on the bright blue rug.
Hot coffee bubbled on the stove.

[...] The table, chairs, the couch and rug looked satisfyingly normal in the warm lamplight. [...]

[...] Often these are merely swept under the rug.

You cannot do this by ignoring the validity of the thoughts as your experience, however (very intensely), by trying to shove them under the rug of a superficial optimism. [...]

[...] They must be encountered, not shoved under the rug. [...]

[...] What a sensual barrage of activity—and how juicy it all is, since, relatively speaking (underlined), I sit here in my cozy cave, gnawing my supper bone, peacefully, with a rug at my feet. [...]

[...] Ruburt would end up ripping away part of the carpet—good expensive rug—and changing the rooms about. [...]

[...] You (SB), I believe, 1541-1583, a rug maker, their father... [...]

[...] This wasn’t her really strong voice by any means, yet it echoed from the living room walls; this effect I believe was accentuated because we had taken the rug up from the floor for the summer. [...]

Now, we have a new rug. [...]

[...] Ruburt finds the rugs there out of place, however, because they do not fit in with his ideas of work areas. [...] Her work in that respect is to decorate, and the rugs represent her idea of what belongs in the house.

[...] You (Sally), I believe, 1541-1583, a rug-maker, their father—that is, you were their father. [...]

[...] Jane’s fear of being out in the center of the rug, away from a table she could lean on for support, could also represent her fears of abandonment, the casting away of old beliefs and fears. [...]

[...] (Pause.) There is a piece of carpet or rug, and a small black book. [...]

[...] The rug is a darkish violet and gray, close to a blue, etc.

(Jane sat very formally in her Kennedy rocker, her forearms upon the arms of the chair, her feet flat upon the rug. [...]

[...] The floor covered with a light-colored, textured rug. [...]