“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Now when children walk down streets, they count the cracks in the sidewalks. And so our city will have its own kind of tricky walks! There will be sidewalks within, and above and below sidewalks. But it is for each individual to decide which one he or she will follow. When Ruburt (as Seth calls Jane) was a young girl he wrote a poem in which he declares:

You make your own sidewalks,

And so our city will simply have alternate sidewalks, and they will be beloved traps, set by each self.

than any sidewalk.

[...] She was walking on the sidewalk, and sure enough, it was the same girl I’d met at a bar during my first trip to Elmira. [...]

[...] I was on the sidewalk of the main street of a small town. [...] There was an indistinct male personage or figure on the sidewalk before me, passing the empty storefront. [...]

[...] But the conventional version says, really, that those are surface moments; that you, say, run from one to the next, as if time were a moving sidewalk with the past moment vanishing forever. [...]

[...] Streets — without sidewalks — passed the hill house on but two sides, at the southwest corner, and each one dead-ended less than a block away. [...]

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

[...] They may feel the grass or sidewalk or the road, but the peculiar individual sensate life of the grass itself, or of the ant, escapes the feet, which are involved in their own reality and concerned with these other things only in their relationship to feethood.

[...] The heart of the chain of events resulted in their meeting Miss Dineen on the sidewalk in front of Rubin’s bookstore as they were putting money into a parking meter. [...]

Then Seth told Rob to imagine a man looking at a tree in the near distance on an ordinary street, with intervening houses and sidewalks.

[...] Just beyond the court, and next to the sidewalk, grew an old shagbark hickory tree that I had always loved, and still remember vividly. [...]

(The connection between the envelope object and the death-in-the-family reference is, simply, that the object was picked off the sidewalk beside the home of my Aunt Mabel, and that Aunt Mabel, Jane and I attended the funeral of the family member. [...]

Quite sharply he perceived a particular curb at the corner of a definite intersection (York Avenue and Warren Street), and his attention was caught by the focus a curb, a slope of dirt, and then the sidewalk; and the motion of the carriage as it was wheeled up.

Dreamers make their own sidewalks,
Webs stretched out from thought to thought,
Extensions of the restless skull,
Invisible and dark and still.

[...] The painting Seth referred to is one that Bill lost last summer, while or after it was being shown in a sidewalk art exhibit here in Elmira. [...]

[...] The narrow “Avenue” had a sidewalk only on his side of the car. [...]

While we were surveying the house I saw a young black man step off the front porch and stroll out to the sidewalk. [...]

[...] He crossed a blacktop expanse of some kind and walks on sidewalk by a large bulky building.