“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Our new guest: 15th century, rather a strange itinerary, from Holland to Turkey. A male. Involved in pursuits that took him from city to city and to town to town. To do with musical scores of some kind.

(At break a quick check of a road atlas showed the town Altus in the southwest corner of Oklahoma. Its population is from 5,000—10,100 according to the symbol used. We did not have time to investigate the P or B a r a data in connection with the town.

Now. (Pause.) Late 17th century. China. Again as a male. This time of very poor circumstances, but of somewhat moral caliber. The lowest class of merchant dealing however with foreigners in a border town, an outpost.

The police didn’t know how he arrived in town either, without money or even a coat. Chances are he’s left town by now. [...]

[...] So as I wondered about the day it all happened, Fred was turned loose in town, and might have indeed turned up at our door. [...]

(Our road atlas does not list a town called Decatur in either North or South Dakota, nor any town or city of 12,000, for that matter. [...]

(The house of Malba’s aunt was right in town. [...]

[...] She had no friends in town, no one to visit when they went shopping for instance. [...]

As he drove into town … he saw on the street a girl who looked familiar. No wonder — he’d met her at a bar the first time he was in town. “I’ve only been in this town twice, when I visited you before,” he said. [...]

[...] Two town names in the northeast corner of Louisiana seemed familiar to me: Columbia and Cameron. Yet later, out for a drive with Jane, it popped to mind that the town name I wanted was Sheridan. During the experiment I then recalled thinking that the name George Marshall gave me was a reasonable one for a town, and that it was the same as a town [or city] in Wyoming.

[...] Can you give us the name of a town?”)

Town of Tenderhoof [yes].

I think it was that late morning that Margaret, our neighbor, dropped in late morning to tell us she and Joe would be heading for their cottage, but somewhere I got it in my head that it would be one of those summer weekends when people prowled around—found excuses to go to malls or visit strange towns or just wander the streets or through public buildings—or visit here, if there were any fans in the nearby locality. [...]

[...] Peg G. from the Star Gazette called; there was a fan from South Africa, just in town from NYC to see me. [...]

[...] But I thought of him, a stranger, in the newspaper office of a strange town.... [...]

(While Jane was delivering the material on Denmark and Triev, Bill said that he recalled quite vividly his experience with his “lost town” episode. [...] Out walking in the fields and woods just north of Elmira, he came upon an old-fashioned-looking town. [...]

I will upon another occasion go into his lost town, and some of his other experiences. [...] The lost town incident was extremely significant to him, and represented his subconscious projection of a memory from a past life upon the present.

The town was indeed Triev. However, he projected only that portion of the town with which he was at one time intimately concerned. [...]

[...] A town perhaps beginning with a B or P, that sound. [...]

[...] A town of approximately 2,000 people nearby. [...]

[...] Remembering what I said about families, realize also that towns and villages may also be composed of the past inhabitants of other such towns and villages, transposed with new experiences and backgrounds, as the group tries different experiments.

Now sometimes, there are also such variations in that the inhabitants of a particular town now may be the reborn inhabitants of those who lived, say, in 1632 in a small Irish village. They may be transposed to a town in Idaho.

[...] Overall plans for development are made, as the group members, say, of a town decide upon its destiny. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) It will be very easy for him to think of the town as the place where his grandfather lived, and this will bring about the beneficial aspects. It reassures him however to know that the town is still there, that he is free to go to the town and free to leave it. [...]

[...] Even his mother you see has left the town. [...]

[...] Both of us enjoyed seeing the town again immensely, and Jane without doubt has now put Saratoga in proper perspective, both as to her past, present and future. [...]

This father had a later life, and a very successful one also in Italy, in a town badly bombed in the Second World War. [...]

[...] The name of the original town is something like Ventura, in the South of Italy. [...]

[...] (Pause.) There is an historical connection with the village, or close area nearby; and not too far away a fort, a Roman fort, within fifty miles I believe of the town.

[...] Anyhow, he used a phrase that I remembered when I woke up: “I live in a brown-paper-bag part of town,” meaning a lower middle-class neighborhood; he implied that that was his station in life, and that he had no idea of trying to change it, or felt that he couldn’t. In the dream I wore a brown faded coat and perhaps a small matching hat. [...]

[...] For example, if you are driving a car you may discover to your chagrin that the local speed limit in one small town is miles slower than in another. [...]

[...] “He’s really going to town — I can tell,” she said. [...]

(A puzzled gesture.) There is something connected with the town that has to do with the word west. Perhaps the Spanish word meaning west was in the town’s name. [...]

[...] A town by a river. [...]

[...] On April 18 Miss Callahan was moved to a local rest home, the Town House.

(On Wednesday, May 13, Miss Callahan’s relatives asked Jane if we could move Miss Callahan’s blue divan into our apartment, and in its place let them take a hide-away bed we had in storage; this bed to be used for a nurse who was to live with Miss Callahan when she was brought home from the Town House. [...]

[...] He had fingers like sausages; people in town were always amused that he was so big and worked with such small pieces. [...]

[...] Now she’s co-editor of a weekly newspaper published in a small town north of Elmira. [...]

Rob and I are on vacation, perhaps only for a weekend, in a collegelike atmosphere, a town, with water nearby. [...]

[...] The port at this island seems to be the only main town. [...]

[...] (Mouths words first.) There is a town or island or bay, some area in the vicinity that sounds like Balinda. [...]

[...] Otherwise it is impossible to understand how for example, an 18th-century town, a 20th-century town, and an ancient village can all exist not merely at once, but also on occasion in the same (in quotes) “location.”

[...] The port at this island seems to be the only main town. [...]

[...] (Mouths words first:) There is a town or island or bay, some area in the vicinity that sounds like Balinda; this is not it, however. [...]