“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The service station and entire setup was chosen because it represented excellent symbolism, and unconsciously referred you back to the time when your father made his batteries, and owned that business.

The service station is significant on many levels, being used here as a particularly American symbol of the mechanical age, and also one that refers to a pursuit that is utilitarian and also provides service (as Jane said this morning): You deal directly with the public. [...]

[...] It is for a Teleprompter station. [...]

[...] However if he did not have such an outlet, and if you did not have such an outlet in your own work, then indeed we would have had much more trouble, because this layer of personal subconscious would then be not merely a receptive channel but one that also radioed its own noisy and demanding stations.

Frank Watts was closer, and acted as an unconscious relay station on the one hand, while on the other hand his unconscious gave consent. [...]

[...] It is not one of your favorite stations. [...]

[...] Your husband was what amounts now to a Colonel in the 14th Regiment then stationed within that city. [...]

I said (in sessions 711 and 716, for instance) that your normal focus of consciousness can be compared to your home station. [...] You can also call this home station or local program your world view, since from it you perceive your reality. [...]

[...] Or, traveling in psychic exercises even slightly away from your own home station, you will still try to take your familiar paraphernalia with you, and interpret even entirely new situations of consciousness in the light of your own world view. [...]

[...] Before you have the confidence to leave your own particular home station, however, you must be secure within it. [...]

[...] A window, or indication of an open viewpoint, or station from which activities may be viewed. [...]

(“A window, or indication of an open viewpoint, or station from which activities may be viewed. [...]

[...] Jane said the station wagon mentioned could be an item of value. [...]

(Five items could be the station wagon, a cup of coffee, a pile of bricks, paint-stained khakis, and the world itself; but this is open to other interpretations, we would say. [...]

[...] It is as if you set up a small healing station, or platform and from that vantage point the body is then able to use its healing abilities far more effectively than usual.

[...] In addition, a NYC station is running a serialized story called Golda, with Ingrid Bergman. [...]

(After getting up from my nap at 5:35 I procured the missing items from the supper tray by going to the kitchen for station A-3: milk, butter, bread and jelly. [...]

(This morning after breakfast I took the car to Ron Traver’s service station — but the noise, which I’d heard when I started it up — had disappeared by then. [...]

[...] As science advances on various planes the inhabitants learn to travel between planes occasionally, while carrying with them the [camouflage] manifestations of their home stations …

[...] The nurse checked with the station to see if Jane could smoke. [...]

The body is a sending and receiving organism; your home station, so to speak, and the focus for your activity. [...]

[...] [Our car is an ancient, rusted-out Ford station wagon.]

[...] As a precaution I took the car to our regular gas station and left it for an oil change. [...]

[...] At 11:00 this morning I’d about decided the hill was too dangerous to drive; I thought of calling the nursing station at A-3. Then the sand truck came. [...]

[...] The basically independent nature of consciousness allows for such disentanglement.⁵ The body consciousness maintains its own equilibrium, and acts somewhat like a maintenance station.

[...] There are other situations, therefore, in which consciousness ordinarily strays much further, returning to the body as a home station and basis of operation, relying upon it for certain kinds of perception only, but not depending upon it for the entire picture of reality. [...]

A man only gives up his soul when he has not met it face to face, and that is like bidding adieu to a stranger you have met at a train station: little loss, for you do not know what you have missed.

[...] Not knowing what to say, I tried to joke that it was the television set, but Donna said it wasn’t; their set had been on, and they had checked all the eight stations to see if they could find such a voice.