“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I remember somehow equating all the silence about me with a forbidding white wall. And in parentheses: (I don’t know why I felt that way, but I did.) I couldn’t die deaf (Jane said with a laugh at 11:45). I think I had imagined that everything would shut down gradually. [...]

[...] Concord… a cellar beneath an old inn… stone walls, floor partially dirt. [...]

[...] The framework is there but it is open, with the walls not yet constructed completely. [...]

[...] Another, older lady was having trouble repairing a small mechanism that was fastened to the wall beside the car’s door. [...]

There is what amounts at times to a wall that separates us, as far as emotion is concerned, and this is our Ruburt’s doing, though of course he does not do it deliberately. [...]

[...] For example: The staff of the Nuclear Regulatory Commission has asked the operators of more than 40 nuclear plants to check for cracks in the walls of the vessels encasing their pressurized-water reactors (which are the kind installed at TMI). [...]