“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Our living room seemed twice as cozy that evening, with the warm lights and Willie sleeping on the rug. [...]

[...] The basic problems are necessarily kept from the personality by the entity simply because so many psychological undercurrents would sweep the ego off its feet, and pull the rug of sanity from beneath it.

[...] Willie, our cat, dozed on the blue rug.

[...] No rug upon the floor. [...]

(At one time our cat Willy became sick on the rug, and Seth broke from the discussion to enable Jane to take care of Willy.

[...] If you hit upon the back room as a winter bedroom, perhaps you could purchase a secondhand rug, use plastic window covering, and maybe leave the door open. [...]

[...] Suddenly my father becomes angry, throws his plate onto the rug and grabs another. [...]

The next thing I knew, I was out in the living room having some difficulty standing on the floor, but bumping up and down a few feet above the rug. [...]

[...] (As I mentioned before, when Seth comes through, he always takes my glasses off, and often flings them rather grandly upon the rug.) The lights were on, as always. [...]