“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] “I have the feeling that we’ve been going to town,” Jane laughed. [...]

[...] She soon called to say that Dr. Sobel was out of town for at least a week, and that Dr. W. didn’t think a clot was involved from the description she’d given him. [...]

[...] One involved a cousin of mine whom we hardly see; the other involved the director of the other gallery in town, the Arnot, for whom Jane had worked until a couple of months before the reception at Bill’s gallery, which we now believe did take place in February.

[...] She and her husband Carl were living in a nearby town when she sent me this note, along with a copy of a dream that beautifully illustrates the close connection between dreams and health. [...]

[...] He definitely was not our present newspaper boy, but the one who had delivered papers to us in another town, several years earlier. [...]

[...] Seth described what I saw while my own consciousness was miles away, perceiving locations and events in another town or state. [...]

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

They are saying to you: “Once I made you leave your home town and your parents out of my erraticism. [...]

[...] I don’t know where she got them, in another town, but they weren’t very good. [...]

[...] Several Elmirans keep well informed concerning them, and one Elmiran happens to work in the same out-of-state town in which they live.

[...] The nursing home or hospital in which Jane’s mother is cared for is also actually in the country, outside the small town of Middle Grove,NY. [...]

[...] We took a six-pack with us and made the short trip out of town and up the dirt road along the hillside.

[...] With my two brothers I sat in the back yard of the house in which we grew up, in a small town not far from Elmira. [...]

Now: generally again, such communities have teachers, judges, lawyers, dentists, some farmers on the outskirts of town, some factory workers, a sufficient number of ministers, and some car lots. [...]

[...] My brother Linden, from out of town, could have been there. [...]

[...] I see you as a Brian Donlevy, in a town 30 or 35 miles from Dublin in 1831 at the time of a hidden rebellion, as a runner. [...]

A late arrival, another man and woman, who live outside of town. [...]

[...] Both of them at one time or another.” This I felt to be a rather far-removed connection involving myself and the service manager of the Ford garage in town that keeps our car running. [...]

I meant to mention earlier that regardless of your conscious feelings, the town of Sayre was not a good place for you to live, and a proximity so close with your parents is never advisable, as you know now. [...]

[...] There are records of this particular existence twenty-five miles, approximately, west of Boston—at that time, a small town... [...]

(On Tuesday the veterinarian told us by telephone that Billy was better, that “probably” we could take him home the following afternoon; I was to call before making the drive across town, though. [...]