“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] As Ruburt mentioned, years ago in Sayre he would find someplace in your apartment that seemed somehow secret for his workroom. [...]

[...] She had two brothers, one off someplace, he was a sailor. [...]

[...] And for some time he felt it to be a framework in which man could discover the truth about himself, and his relationship with the universe—but always there was the hope that some established system was there someplace. [...]

[...] (With gestures.) There is a connection someplace here with music and a Peer Gynt suite. [...]

[...] Maybe England, but someplace cold and foggy.

You think that the self must begin or end someplace. [...]

It was dumped either someplace on his own property or in a public dumping area, whichever area is by a hill, and it is still there. [...]

[...] This has been carried to an extreme, you see: Often you are so disconnected from those inner workings that your own decisions then appear to come from someplace else. [...]

[...] “I mean, that Miss Cunningham just leaves this old body of hers behind and appears someplace else as a young girl.”

“No, but I’m sure there must be an emotional connection someplace.” [...]

[...] (We also have deep reservations about the theory of evolution and its “survival of the fittest” dogmas, but this isn’t the place to go into those subjects.) Far more basic and satisfactory to us are the intuitive comprehensions that this “nature” we’ve helped create is a living manifestation of All That Is, and that someplace, somewhere within its grand panorama, each action has meaning and is truly redeemed. [...]

[...] Has he visited someplace with this kind of entrance, for example, or does he have a photograph of such a place…

[...] Seth stated that Jimmy inadvertently disposed of the cover “either someplace on his own property or in a public dumping area, whichever area is by a hill, and it is still there.” [...]

[...] Your question stems from the feeling that if I am here, I cannot be someplace else at the same time, or that all of my energies must be focused here if I am here. [...]

[...] She had two brothers, one off someplace; he was a sailor. [...]

[...] I thought this was a fine time to do something, anything while I was at it — a visit someplace else, a trip down the street. [...]

[...] The idea behind those was different: I wanted to go someplace in an out-of-body state, record my impressions of what I saw, and check the results in whatever way I could. [...]

[...] “Is she really conscious someplace else? [...]

[...] (As the voice spoke, my eyes were closed, of course, and I don’t remember what the voice said, but have checked Rob’s verbatim notes of the session.) In here someplace, suddenly I saw a giant’s face peer into our living room, its face filling up the entire window.

[...] I was aware of nothing except of a great supporting energy and, someplace far off, the room in which my body walked. [...]