“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Twice, stopping at stations along the way, I was somewhat surprised to be told by attendants that no oil was needed, or that it was down so little that there was no point in adding more. [...]

[...] “I saw a station wagon just like your father’s,” Bob Hagel said.

[...] You can, in other words, take advantage of the unknown reality by letting it add to your home station.

1. Seth began his “home station” and “world view” discussions in sessions 711 and 718, respectively.

[...] In some cases your station of reality automatically transforms them to fit the patterns of your beliefs. [...]

(Since September 30 Seth has held two ESP class sessions; held a session for our friend John Barclay, who is moving to Nevada; held two sessions concerning the work Jane and I are embarking upon because of this material; and spoken through Jane upon television once more — this time during our return visit to a Washington, D.C. station.

[...] You have one brain, it is true, but you allow it to use only one station, or to identify itself with only one mind of many.

[...] Because of the nature of such projections you are not stationed, so to speak, within any of the systems through which you may pass. [...]

Then, however, perhaps with no warning, he may suddenly refuse to make love with his wife, become hostile with his children, stop off for a few drinks after work, before supper, or even begin seeing a prostitute, or begin an affair — often with a woman he considers beneath his own station.

[...] He is on the way to register the puppy and claim it at a local police station, which means he was introducing this portion of himself to all other parts, and legitimizing it with the authorities—meaning that he was accepting it wholeheartedly under the auspices of the new authority of the self. [...]

[...] “Just call me station J-A-N-E….”)

There seems to be a filling station and high grass by this stretch of road, with the city still ahead. [...]

[...] Between one normal minute and the next, a fantastic avalanche of radical, new ideas burst into my head with tremendous force, as if my skull were some sort of receiving station, turned up to unbearable volume. [...]

[...] “Dimly, as if a radio program was going on in my head from some other station.” [...]

[...] Each invisibly “holds space together,” whatever its station. [...]

[...] One television station exists in the same manner, for if one could not be tuned in to, theoretically speaking, none could.

[...] It’s also going to be plowed by the service station operator who takes care of our car; whenever the snow accumulates to three inches or so, the clearing-out will be automatically taken care of. [...]

[...] At 4:45, before I turned Jane on her side, Lynne came in to tell me I had a phone call at the nurse’s station. [...]

[...] On the corner was a Mobil gas station. [...] Everything, including the Mobil gas station, followed the dream events.

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

[...] [Reading about mediums and their cabinets, I stationed myself in a dark closet while Rob checked from outside for any ectoplasm or aura.]

[...] There are many stations, so to speak, to tune into, and at present you touch the dials rather indiscriminately. [...]

[...] The inner self operates as a relay station, as a reference point for the various seemingly disconnected selves. [...]