“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(There was more, but of a similar nature. I concluded somewhat wryly that if such things developed we’d probably end up running for shelter—hiding in a cave in the hills somewhere....)

[...] “Let my soul find shelter elsewhere,” she’d lamented then.

[...] My friend has his problems and I would not want him put out of his comfortable shelter so that I would have to speak from the middle of a rainy field. [...]

[...] I still had only that one great line she’s interpreted for me in English: “Let my soul find shelter elsewhere.”

“Let my soul find shelter elsewhere,” Jane said, by way of a quick translation when I played the tape for her a few minutes later. [...] I also knew that my wife feared the effect of the message upon me—for what could the phrase she’d already given me mean, except that her soul had at least considered the possibility of leaving her physical body, perhaps to find shelter in a nonphysical realm? [...]

“Let my soul find shelter elsewhere.”

[...] They think in black and white, and conflicts between their emotions, and their beliefs about their emotions, lead them to seek some kind of shelter in a rigid belief system that will give them rules to go by. [...]

[...] Billy was a replacement for our previous cat, Willy (who’d died in November 1976 at the age of 16), and we’d found him at an animal shelter the next weekend after Willy’s death; as far as having a pet to love went, we’d thought ourselves “set” for a number of years. [...]

“Billy belonged in another probability, and in a fashion you switched probabilities for him, though without his consent, when you took him from the animal shelter, where he would have soon been ‘done away with.’ His three years with you represented a grace period for him…. [...]

[...] After 4 to 6 weeks he may end up in your local shelter.

[...] Last night I’d discovered that a portion of the cellar floor — including the old “bomb shelter” where I keep our fan mail stored — was covered by a quarter inch of water —just enough to soak into the 2 by 4’s I have the cardboard boxes placed upon [to avoid water!]. [...]

[...] The door to the medical arts building was locked, so I couldn’t use that as shelter on my way to the car, which was parked farther away from my usual spot than it usually is. [...]

[...] A nice idea, and I could have used such a shelter last week, all right. [...]

[...] Your shelter (in quotes) “problem” will be taken care of. [...]

[...] The author is basically too unsure of himself to call the book either fiction or nonfiction—thus he saves himself from answering many intelligent questions by saying this is conjecture, even while he takes shelter under the name of science. [...]

[...] They want shelter, a definite set of rules. [...]

[...] If you probe into these realms you will be forced to perceive them with the root assumptions of your own system, translating feelings of warmth and comfort, for example, into images of warm shelters or buildings, or feelings of fear into images of demons.

[...] Children were a necessary part of the family, for a family was a band of people who belonged together, cooperating in the search for food and shelter.

[...] Those who survived reacted in the old fashion, sweating to build again, refusing better shelter, but the times had indeed changed. [...]

[...] We had most of our windows and both doors wide open, but since all seemed rather sheltered from the wind anyhow, I decided to see if we could ride out the storm without shutting up the house.)

[...] You early went into commercial work, where your love of painting could be sheltered beneath the Average Joe’s love of money. [...]

[...] The rain resounded against the metal awnings sheltering the windows on the west side of the house—sounding, Jane said, as though we were in “a supertent....”)