“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Rock walls, and hard rather than soft beneath. [...]

[...] Rock walls, and hard rather than soft beneath. [...]

[...] A light or wall switch. [...]

(“A light or wall switch.” [...]

[...] So real are the wall constructions of your room that you would freeze in the winter time without them, yet there is no room and no walls. So, in a like manner, the wires that we constructed are real to us in the universe, although … to me, the walls are transparent. [...]

[...] I shook my head to clear it and saw to my dismay that the entire living room wall was lying flat on the floor, face up, closed door and all. [...] (If I’d just accepted the wall’s position as ‘one of those things,’ I would have lost my critical awareness.) I decided that it might be better to go back into my body and try over.

[...] She was lying in bed, and I couldn’t tell if I was in her bedroom or seeing through the wall or what. [...]

[...] And with walls, and an interior.

(“And with walls, and an interior.” [...]

[...] You should frame it and put it on the wall.

[...] But surely my attitude as well as hers must have helped build a wall between us. [...]

[...] The walls were wood-paneled, in beautiful condition, and shelves were built along two sides. [...] Clothing was hung on hangers by wall brackets all about. [...]

[...] The closet was right inside the door, and a jut in the wall blocked vision of the rest of the room. [...]

1. When Seth came through with “You get what you concentrate upon,” I remembered that he’d first spoken that sentence some years ago — and that soon afterward I’d made a little paper sign bearing those words and taped it to a wall in one of the two apartments we occupied in Elmira, New York. [...] After tonight’s session I found it — again upon a wall — with the date: February 26, 1972. [...]

[...] Ann said Elizabeth Wall asks about us—so I plan to visit her one of these days. [...]

[...] Where there are no doors I push through little cracks in your armor and in your wall. [...]

[...] Patterns on a wall. [...]

[...] Sally said that sometimes she could see a painting on the far wall and at other times the mist obscured it. [...]

[...] With music blaring from all the walls and no one said, “Turn off the music, for the neighbors will be worried.” [...]

[...] He is hurt when people do not buy your paintings off the walls, and angry at anyone who mentions liking a painting without offering to buy it.

The tree, or trees, Ruburt had painted on the kitchen wall, were not beneficial symbols. [...]

[...] “If this isn’t a lot of bunk, then let’s see you or Seth walk through walls!”

[...] So I sulked: If he didn’t express interest in the material, which I thought was terrific, then he could just go find someone else to go looking through his walls!

(Yesterday evening after supper I received two pages of material from my deceased mother—accomplished by my familiar thrilling sensations, similar to my reaction to the Jack Wall data in the dream notebook. [...]

[...] She sat upon a chair, her back to a wall. [...]

[...] As this answer came I saw a large sunny yellow room, with a table and chairs arranged against a far long wall. [...]

The sensitivity to sneakers was activated because of these connections with the mother, the children’s work hung upon the wall—this is another connection with his own past, you see, with early grades, and so is the colored girl, Dagmar, as Edward Briscoe was the only colored boy in his early grades.