“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] In waking hours the communications system is more or less closed on the ego’s side, but in sleep the barriers are lifted and knowledge from the inner self has a freer flow.

[...] The house has a garden on one side, with high trees, and a yard on the other, and was relatively shielded. [...]

[...] The two are separated in our experience of time by 11 years, but their physical existence is simultaneous: They lie within walking distance of each other — less than half a mile apart — on the north side of the same highway.

[...] As I watched, he crossed a blacktop expanse to a sidewalk, and entered a large building on the other side of the motel. [...]

[...] Part of the time I was looking out of a window, and part of the time I stood on the roof or a porch with Bill, our backs pressed up against the side of the house. [...]

[...] It is clearly denoted on the sides and bottom through the contrasting darks of the foliage. [...]

(The wind was strong, rattling the metal blinds of the west side of the house. [...]

[...] As I waited to go next I turned to look out the front windows—and suddenly found myself surrounded on three sides by walls of the most beautiful floor-to-ceiling, intricate and colorful latticework of diamond-shaped glass crystals I could possibly imagine. [...]

Ruburt is apt to be more adjusting in that area, but here also you see, you have set certain unconscious points, boundaries on either side between what you consider too close contact, and too little. [...]

[...] When ESP class is held in the living room, I’m usually typing material in one of the rooms on the other side of the corridor. [...]

[...] (In parentheses: I am speaking in your terms of time.) Watching television, you are aware of events that occur on the other side of the earth, so your consciousness necessarily becomes less parochial.⁸ As this has happened the whole matter (smiling) of probabilities has begun to assume a more practical cast. [...]

I have a few side notes here.

[...] There was nothing but horizon in the far distance on the left side, beyond the feet.

(From my writing table, to my right of the entrance to our bath, I could look easily at Bill as he sat in our Kennedy rocker, facing the bath entrance itself from the other side of the same door. [...]

[...] The side entrance to his suite is directly opposite our windows, and we often see Sam Levine coming and going. [...]

[...] At least it seems to have been banked on either side, so I presume it was a river. [...]

[...] You had received the cover, and the writing self was facing its own conflicts also: was the psychic work its natural fulfillment, or a disastrous side trip? [...]

Guilt is the other side of compassion. [...]

(I then began to feel an enlargement in both of my hands, and in the left side of my face as it lay upon the pillow. [...]

[...] Once again her voice was on the gentle side—not like the usual strong Seth voice.)

An uncle of his, on his side of the family, to die in the near future.

[...] If it were allowed to continue as it is, it would have disintegrated on both sides, and to some good extent you would have failed, in that you would not have helped them as much as you could have had you been wiser. [...]