“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Being with your parents brought things to a head, because both of your attitudes were aggravated by the environment; you (Sue) relating more as a young girl in the family homestead, and he reacting as the stranger who came in the back door.

[...] Jane said the first thing she thought of when she read the article was that the stranger might have been on his way to see her for help. [...]

This man will not be a stranger, yet he will not be the old Bernard, and Sarah can only help him by letting him know that she is there, and waiting. [...]

The individual is, again, a stranger, almost an alien, in his or her own environment, in which he must struggle to survive, not only against the “uncaring” forces of the immediate environment, but against the genetic determinism. [...]

[...] You have held off, also negatively, not wanting strangers to come and disrupt you. [...]

Ruburt also has feelings about food, as you know—eating with strangers or with people he does not like. [...]

[...] like a stranger at the window; first open and then closed.

To you the hall was a neutral-enough meeting place, but not one of intimacy, and to some extent at least it symbolized the relationship—at least as far as you were concerned—in that while you were a child of your parents you felt to some degree a stranger, and the hall lacked intimacy. [...]

[...] Ann, a complete stranger, called me on the phone one morning. [...]

[...] And how could some stranger have such faith in Seth and my abilities when I was so often filled with doubts myself?

[...] It was good for Ruburt’s confidence to hold a session away from home, and before people who though far from strangers, are nevertheless not closely associated in daily life.

[...] It is far stranger than fiction, and if he will but see, such a book carries its own built-in suspense.

[...] But when you are ready, comparative strangers would be best, ideally speaking.

[...] When one person comes to the door, personal acquaintance or stranger, it is the world knocking. [...]

(After a discussion of the book, Stranger In A Strange Land by Robert Heinlein.)

A stranger stood there, a man with thinning hair, deeply set dark eyes, a pudgy face, perhaps in his late 40’s—I’m not sure. [...]

[...] You are not a guest, in those terms, in that you are not a stranger. [...]

[...] You may seem to be viewing strangers. [...]

[...] He has gone ahead despite, in this case, your negative interpretation, and seen himself under certain conditions traveling in a trailer, writing, granted, but in front of strangers in a bathing suit or shorts, and he does not want to look like a bony witch. [...]

[...] Creativity and intellect do not show themselves as the brothers that they are, but often as strangers. [...]

[...] I tried to build Ruburt’s confidence, and some stranger tore it down. [...]