“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The relative now lives in your town. [...]

(My confusion over the name of my cousin Ruth stemmed from the fact that when Seth referred to “your town” I thought of Sayre, PA, where I grew up, instead of Elmira, 18 miles away, where Ruth grew up. [...]

[...] They lived out of town, separated in time by a drive of approximately [half an hour]. [...]

[...] I do not know if it refers to a town or state. [...]

[...] Interestingly, in the small town of Roseburg he’d been able to buy James and Cézanne and ESP Power, but no other Seth books. [...]

(John Barclay, an out-of-town businessman, witnessed the session. [...]

[...] In the dream I saw a big city skyline in the distance, beyond the small town we moved to. Bill Ward—not in the dream—lives in Ridgewood, NJ, a commuter town for New York City.)

It is actually a blessing in disguise, in some respects, that Mrs. Masters has left your town. [...]

[...] At the time when the man is reprimanded in another part of the country, people in your town will be questioned, perhaps you yourselves by the authorities. [...]

[...] Impressions: an A. (Pause.) Lived in a town by a river. [...]

[...] Now, the name of the town began with a B and I can only approximate it. [...]

[...] A one-minute pause.) As you dwell in one particular city or town or village, you presently “live” in one small area of the psyche’s inner planet. [...]

[...] A bit later Jane thought of Claire Crittenden, who is out of town, again without knowing why.

(This morning I called Pete Harpending, and passed on the information from Jane that Fred Kardon was out of town this week—on vacation in Florida. [...]

[...] “Your joints are destroyed,” Dr. Mandali told Jane, after getting the opinion of the young out-of-town rheumatologist she’d asked to examine my wife. [...]

[...] (Pause.) Also the state of Florida, near a small town beginning with a P, but a long enough name.

[...] Looking down at the town gives the kind of perspective that each of you enjoys — as here (in the apartment house) you look down from the second story.

Let’s cut loose, you and I,
Zig-zag like fools beneath the sky,
Follow the crazy plunging moon
Through secret towns like crying clowns,

(Pause at 11:05.) On a much smaller scale and to different degrees, any tribe, town, family or group will show the same tendencies, and from the shared experience each individual will learn and grow.

[...] Her mother was a poor young woman who lived and came from the same town that you did, thirteen miles from Dublin. [...]

[...] I’d say that to some extent at least its content flows from the proposed interview with a reporter from The Village Voice, a contact made with the business manager at WELM in town, and so forth—hardly accidental, we think, that these events connected with publicity, her work, etc., come into our awareness at this time. [...]

First there was an extremely vivid dream in which Rob and I were in a little town in New York. [...]

[...] Three days after her return, she was in an accident just outside of town. [...]