“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Recently we have been moving all of Jane’s old poetry, novel, short-story, psychic, and other manuscripts and notes, dating back to her grade-school work, out of the upstairs storeroom into our roomy front-room closet. [...]

[...] Actually, I’ve begun slowly moving things back up here to store in the extra room upstairs, now that I have had the lock repaired. [...]

[...] It was in this large upstairs room that Tom described his car troubles to Jane.

As Seth came through, Mitzi was playing her favorite game—again and again knocking her paper-ball toy down the steps leading into the celler from the kitchen, then racing down after it and carrying it back upstairs.)

[...] I just wanted to watch the television program [Upstairs, Downstairs], but when that was done I felt better, and I knew you needed the help....” [...]

[...] “He kept me under a good long time because of the noise [in the apartment] upstairs — and because of those phone calls, too, I’ll bet….” [...]

[...] Just as I became comfortably seated she entered, saying that although she did not know the exact time she felt she should come upstairs.

[...] As we came up the front steps, we often saw her sitting in the upstairs window, watching the traffic below. [...]

[...] I heard someone moving about in the apartment upstairs.

[...] On a Friday afternoon Jane and Nancy took the class to an upstairs room at the JCC, where Nancy played the piano. [...]

[...] I saw very clearly the front upstairs bedroom in which he slept, and the bed in which he died as a boy of 9. I made a very quick sketch of this mental picture with a ballpoint pen. [...]

[...] Roamed through house, upstairs and down.

[...] Jane said this was a reference to me, lying asleep upstairs. [...]

[...] It was coming from the apartment upstairs, and it was exactly the same kind I’d heard earlier. [...]

The shop was directly across the way from Throckmorton’s, and in like manner the family lived upstairs and in the rear. [...]